The air beyond the arch was warm—not the dungeon's suffocating heat, but a real, comforting warmth, kissed with jasmine and the soothing steam of a bathhouse.
They emerged into a chamber unlike anything in the dungeon's cruel depths.
Ivory and gold walls rose around them, smooth marble adorned with intricate vinework, free of glyphs or sigils.
The high, domed ceiling glowed with soft, natural daylight, casting a serene radiance over pools of clear, steaming water.
Crystal chandeliers glimmered above, their light dancing on plush lounges and silken bedding that filled the space like a palace harem brought to life.
Tables laden with untouched fruit—glistening pomegranates, ripe figs—and bottles of aged liquor shimmered at the edges, inviting indulgence.
A message floated in midair, its golden letters gentle, almost tender:
Rest Chamber: Open.
You are safe.
No further challenges remain.
Please rest here before returning to your world.
