Chapter 381 - Mutated Second Floor: The Grave of Grotesque Toads (2)

The air was alive with the sound of faint groans and hissing whispers that seemed to come from the dungeon itself, as though it were breathing, watching, waiting. The atmosphere was suffocating, a weight pressing down on anyone who dared to enter, as though the dungeon had become sentient, aware of their presence, and eager to consume them.