North from the Statue-Turned-Map room was what looked like a feast hall.

It truly was a grand sized place.

Not anywhere near the size of her jungle but Delta could see how a cult and their on-the-fence friends could easily fit in here.

The style was simple but of good quality.

The tables had various metal dishes with cutlery laid upon the surface, the black glossy wood had been sanded down to a level that ice would be jealous of.

Delta eyed the forks; if they came alive with demon power, she was going to call them ‘cultlery’.That or ‘French’.

All that was missing was a clock, a candlestick, and a British teapot.

The floor had some effort put into it, the simple flagstones replaced with a more solid stone surface.

This was the first true room of this floor to not have any of the cave like surrounding to be seen.

Swinging chandeliers of black wrought iron creaked above as their candles remained unlit.The light came from the brightly lit corridor behind them as Delta’s Mana converted the dreary gothic hallway into a brightly lit hall with rugs and squishy armchairs for the tired.

The stitched mushrooms on everything was something Delta ignored only by sheer willpower.The far side of this grand hall was covered in a wall of shadows.

Delta felt more than saw her Mana hit some weird wall before the entrance of the feast hall.

Something was repelling her Mana with rather efficient ease.

The feeling grew more intense as every light flickered on at once, dark dull flames on every candle and bracketed torch.

Delta was sure… that wasn’t normal fire.The feast hall only had two other doors.

A tiny door near one corner that looked… sealed… if Delta had to guess, and the other was a large gate with criss-crossing iron bands and wooden bars about the size of an actual tree.“The gate… tch, I’ve been distracted and the wastes of calcium have hackjobbed it back together.” Jack growled low in his throat.

Delta wanted to assure him he had been gone maybe…maybean hour.If Jack had managed to keep this gate destroyed for 30-40 years, everyday… Jack was far more talented than she had guessed.

That or the cult was weirdly inept in defence and security.

The room was lit up but felt even darker as shadows now moved and danced at the corner of her sight.Delta wasn’t worried about shadows, however.

She stared at the lone figure surrounded by about ten skeletons in front of the massive gate.

Giant chains at either side of the gate began to creak and screech as they pulled the bottom of the gate up a few inches and then the massive gate slowly rose like an executioner's axe.The air that should have no reason to be trapped on that side of the gate flowed in the space under the gate and made Delta’s spine turn cold.“Welcome, Lady Core of the Dungeon who has connected to our little home,” the man on the skeleton horse spoke and urged his beast around to show its twin glowing specks of black and silver.

The glow was oddly darker than it was bright.

Inverted light, if Delta had to put it into words.Negative instead of colour..Those twin black stars met her and this thing… this man couldseeher.

Not even a Third Floor would cause sudden physical form, not this quickly.This person could see her, unlike normal people.“You don’t talk to her.

Don’t you even look at her, you maggot of this rotten earth,” Devina stepped forward, a snarl under her words.

The man tilted his head yet the finely crafted helmet covering his skull didn’t even slide.

Like it was custom made for his bare skull, not a human head.

The simple black tabard over a flowing chain mail that ended in dark leather gloves and chain boots didn’t scream ‘dangerous’ nor did the undead horse he rode.

It looked a little sad.But she felt a little wary at this creep and that was pissing her off.

But she felt a little wary at this creep and that was pissing her off.