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The expedition through the dungeon started at the brink of dawn. Jostled by Bellatrix, the Wayfarers would find themselves meeting with a few select members of the Dog Squad, including Looker and Clive, waiting for them at a remote port. There they were greeted by a gruff swellow and his modest ship who was expecting them. It seemed that Seir was kind enough to organise a trip for the Wayfarers to the dungeon after his sudden departure.
While the trip to the Islet of Light itself remained largely uneventful, there was a pervasive air of excitement and intrigue (mostly from Garnet) that seemed to settle upon and infect the Wayfarers and anyone nearby. Even the odd gyarados known as the Watcher seemed interested in their little excursion to rear its head about the water's surface to stare at the slow-moving vessel. Unsettling distraction aside, it wasn't long before their boat reached the shores of the islet the dungeon called its home.
Just standing outside, it was obvious that the dungeon exerted blinding, invigorating power. Even the Radiance-drenched leaves and bark of the trees glowed softly with a golden white light that grew brighter the further one looked within.
But something... felt off. The light pulsed unevenly, like a flickering light bulb connected to a faulty socket. The power was immense but it wasn't overwhelming, nowhere near the amount required to create the immense beam of light that'd carved through the skies. It was like something had interfered and whatever it was had began to sap the Radiance away from the dungeon.
And the scattered remains of a campfire just outside made it obvious...
Someone else had been here just a few days ago.
While the trip to the Islet of Light itself remained largely uneventful, there was a pervasive air of excitement and intrigue (mostly from Garnet) that seemed to settle upon and infect the Wayfarers and anyone nearby. Even the odd gyarados known as the Watcher seemed interested in their little excursion to rear its head about the water's surface to stare at the slow-moving vessel. Unsettling distraction aside, it wasn't long before their boat reached the shores of the islet the dungeon called its home.
Just standing outside, it was obvious that the dungeon exerted blinding, invigorating power. Even the Radiance-drenched leaves and bark of the trees glowed softly with a golden white light that grew brighter the further one looked within.
But something... felt off. The light pulsed unevenly, like a flickering light bulb connected to a faulty socket. The power was immense but it wasn't overwhelming, nowhere near the amount required to create the immense beam of light that'd carved through the skies. It was like something had interfered and whatever it was had began to sap the Radiance away from the dungeon.
And the scattered remains of a campfire just outside made it obvious...
Someone else had been here just a few days ago.