124. Quite a Romantic Sight
On the fourth floor, the trap master, Lovia, and Prince Splennar were trapped in a small space. There were numerous small holes around the walls which trapped them, allowing air for them to breathe.
In the last half an hour, they had constantly heard the sounds of battle, and the roars of what seemed to be a draconic creature. However, everything was silent now.
''How did you not see this trap? Aren't you a trap master?'' asked the prince in an obviously raged manner.
''I-I'm sorry, Your Highness.''
''It is your fault! Now what are we going to do? How shall we escape?'' Splennar crouched as his voice became smaller.
He had looked through the pores in the walls, tried pushing them and even searched for some kind of hidden mechanism. Dungeons usually had these. Once the mechanism was broken, the trap would be lifted.
However, he couldn't find anything, and neither could Lovia. Useless! This trap master was utterly useless!