The cave stretched long and wide, its passage extending for several meters with a lofty ceiling reaching up to four meters high. The walls were built from large, sturdy stones, interspersed with gaps from which trees sprouted, their roots seeking purchase in the rocky crevices.
"It's quite humid here, I like it," Enrica remarked. "a humid place can make me rested.
"I don't. Humidity can affect many types of amnis," Marzibel replied. "Especially for me who often use fire as offensive amnis."
"I'm more curious about the trees. How can they grow like that?" Froi wondered aloud.
Padma, meanwhile, looked around in wonder. "So this is a dungeon..." she murmured. She reached out and examined a leaf on one of the trees sprouting from a crack in the wall. "Amazing, the tree is growing right from the side."
Before them, stretched a dark hallway, illuminated only by a faintly glowing blue crystal suspended above their heads.
