Unsurprisingly, the first two floors didn’t seem any different from when they had left it just a while ago. The goblins’ corpses were still present along with puddles of inanimate Slime. As he descended to the second floor, Alexander clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Should have brought a few flasks,” he muttered as he glanced at the puddles of Poison Slime. Thoth could probably find some use for the naturally poisonous liquid; maybe a coating for his weapon? Well, it was something to remember for next time.

Naturally he decided to continue his journey downwards into the Labyrinth’s depths. He paused for a moment to strike a torch just to be safe, letting his shield hang from his arm to hold it. Alexander also brought out the disc that Ares had gifted to him at the start of this day, feeling its thrum in his hand before pocketing it again, and slowly making his way down to the third floor.