Raden tried to shake off some of the slime that had splattered on him. He wasn't really sure what that weird slime thing was, but he definitely didn't want to stay around to find out. The announcer had mentioned the floors were full of traps - traps that got worse as you proceeded higher in the tower. Was this thing one of them? He put the thought put of his mind and continued into the room. The room was incredibly bare, completely dull looking and empty, with the exception of the sludge which now covered most of it.
He saw Ana, who appeared to be staying just outside the door.
He looked at Grode, who was still celebrating his heroic victory over the dreaded slime villain he just slayed. Raden walked a little into the large corridor.
He looked back at Soren, who was being really cautious about entering the room, as if the floor were about to come alive and swallow him up, which, after what everyone just saw, would have been believable anyway. Soren was nervous, for once during this battle, he actually looked a little worried. He moved slowly and carefully, taking steps in inches. Grode rolled his eyes at him, not understanding what the big deal was to Soren. Thoughts whirled around in Soren's mind.
Was there really still some presence of the slain demon here? What other illusions was this tower capable of producing? What would the four of them do when they reached the top? What would he do if he came across the remnants of the tower's demon? What would he do if he lost control? What would he do if he lost control??
No, no... Soren told himself. He shook his head and cleared the thought out of his mind. He wasn't going to let that happen. He couldn't let that happen. Not now, not after everyone had agreed to put an end to this horrible game.
Everyone else wanted to think that too, but hope seemed to be deteriorating by the minute, like water rushing down a drain.
Once again Raden felt the sharp pain from the arrow wound. It felt like time had slowed down and that the pain lasted much longer than it really did. Noticeably, everyone else seemed to feel it too in their own bodies as if the pain was synchronized between the four of them. But everyone regained their focus.
Soren started to pick up the pace a little, finally catching up to Raden and Grode. Suddenly, a wall of sludge appeared in the doorway, with Ana still outside. The others kept walking, not knowing that the sludge wall had cut Ana off from them. As they were walking, the corridor grew a little darker, which was a little odd, but they kept moving. But then Grode thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He turned around and looked at Soren and saw a dark figure that looked like it had grabbed hold of Soren and was holding a knife to his throat.
"Look out!" he shouted and lunged at the figure with his trusty umbrella, only to find that there was nothing there, and nearly stabbing Soren in the process. He backed away confused, and realized he had fallen for yet another illusion.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Raden shouted, but his expression went from anger to fear as Grode backed up into what appeared to be a spiderweb made of - yet again - the black sludge. Grode struggled to get out of it, jabbing it a bit with the umbrella, but to no avail. The umbrella seemed to be making it worse as the web wrapped around it. The black figure reappeared behind Soren and stabbed him through the back. The wound would heal of course, but Soren was surprised at how real it felt. Soren realized now how hard it would be for anyone to be able to tell what was real and what wasn't.
Then a bunch of sludge-spiders appeared, dangling from the ceiling by thin webs. Some surrounded Raden, some were going after the others. Some even appeared outside the now-sludge door above an unsuspecting Ana. Raden drew his sword and slashed some of them, sending more sludge flying everywhere. But then sludge started collecting on his sword. Startled by the sludge, he dropped his sword. He then settled on the gun instead. After shooting up multiple spiders, even more spiders appeared in their place.
The demon inside Raden was getting steadily more and more irritated. This is a waste of time, he thought. It was dangerous to take over Raden's mind again so soon, especially after the extended time he had already controlled him, but it was clear that this situation was going nowhere fast. Raden blinked and the demon took control again for a minute. He quickly moved Raden and grabbed the sword off the ground. "Enough wasting time! We're going up, now!" Raden shouted, now with the twisted voice again.. After channeling the electrical energy into the sword again, Raden slashed toward the ceiling and it was struck with a blast of lightning. The ceiling only cracked a little. He slashed again, and again, slowly damaging the ceiling, and after several tries, finally blew a hole in the ceiling. "Come on Soren, we're going!" he shouted again. He hacked away at the web that Grode was stuck in (luckily Grode kept his hand on his umbrella and managed to keep it safe). He grabbed Grode, sent a blast of lightning through some spiders to clear a path, ran, and jumped up through the hole. He set Grode down again on his feet, and then the demon retreated from his mind again. Surprisingly, they had come up in front of the stairway that had lead up to the second floor. It was probably a good thing that they didn't go all the way through the first floor and up the stairs, as that probably would have taken a hell of a lot of time. Raden decided to wait for Soren to come up before they proceeded.
Grode and Raden turned around. The second floor laid out in front of them. It was definitely larger than the first floor. Nothing looked all that dangerous at first glance, but they could tell that this room was full of traps. Generic traps at that. Motion-sensing guillotines, arrows that shot out of walls when you stepped on a button on the floor, some pitfalls even. You know, those kinds of traps. Except generic did not equal "not deadly." Throughout the room were also some tall stone statues that looked like knights, each holding some sort of stone weapon. They almost looked alive... if things like those could even be considered "alive."
They stood ready to pass through this floor. The clock was ticking.