Floor thirty is nothing to scoff at.
The pressure is so intense not even the slimes can absorb it fast enough and are resting where they are.
The slimes near the archway seem to be leaking a red aura, it looks like a light red flame from a distance.
Along with the காற்று that I am seeing on the walls, the rune தீ is floating above us.
"We should rest here for a while," Sloan says and bites into her finger.
She makes three runes on the floor and places a mana stone in the center.
The mana crystals mix with the mana stones in the wall, giving the hall a dim red light.
"How are you dealing with all the voices"? Sloan asks while handing me another cloth bag of rations.
"A bit of narcissistic personality disorder with a dash of post-traumatic stress and a whole lot of paranoia... you"?.
"Seriously, what does that even mean"? she asks.
