(Timeskip, ho!)
Overworld.
The trees in the forest around the clearing. As the other two climbed out of the hole, the hatch closed, revealing it to be covered with grass and dirt: it would be impossible to discover from the outside, and probably fairly hard for them to find again. Looking back to see this, Armach also saw the source of the noise: about 200 yards away, a cloud of smoke billowed. He could see flying things of some kind in the smoke, though it was impossible to tell what they were, that seemed to be divebombing at something below.
They began to head South, probably agreeing it was best to get away, and as they walked through the woods, the others explained to Armach that (as he probably guessed) there was a battle going on. Apparently there was some kind of settlement of other people who had been brought to this place, located in the center of this dome, and from what they'd heard so far, it got attacked once a week.
They meandered South East, [4] not finding much of anything. Propman seemed to want to head back to "the dungeon" to regroup with "the others," but Zanzetkuken wanted to head East to look for another dungeon. After about forty minutes or an hour or so, they found their way back to their starting dungeon (managing to skirt the enchanted stream, though Armach did not know this.)
The entrance was a double doors in a shallow cave, standing open into what looked like a cathedral. There seemed to be three doors within: two up higher, at balcony level, though the balcony in front of the right one was smashed, and it seemed someone had rigged some kind of grotesque, makeshift ladder to reach it. At the other end of the cathedral, behind the bare altar, was an open square passage leading to a smaller chamber with a pair of double doors at the end. All around the cathedral were strewn blood and bits of bodyparts, covered in the shredded remains of robes. Near the ladder was a large pile of what may once have been corpses, but now more resembled a mass of cooked flesh.
Restaurant
A long time passed in that tiny room. They tried to busy themselves with many activities, but always there was tension in the air as they occasionally heard things moving outside. Once or twice something clanked through the vents, but never seemed to come their way. HugoLuman was really wishing he had a drink of water and occasionally complained to Quasar as such, though Quasar refused to echo his complaints.
Suddenly, the phone began to ring again.
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