"Xandros!" Alister's panicked voice could be heard inside the confines of the mysterious, dark hall. He shook his beloved little brother, attempting to wake him from his unconscious state, but it was futile.
Alister's expression dampened even further. While saddened, he was also confused. In his memory, he saw his brother get killed. His face had been stomped on by that white-haired archmage until he died.
But here, laid just a few inches from him, was Xandros. His face was clear, not a single indication that he had been injured.
Alister racked his brain, searching for an explanation of how both of them arrived here, but none emerged. His last recallable memory was the white-haired archmage about to land a finishing move when the world turned dark. After that, he couldn't recall anything.
RUMBLE! Alister was still wallowing in his thoughts when the dark hall grumbled, as though an earthquake was taking place. Following the quake was a heavy, creaking sound.
