The transition between the first and second floor of Frogenheim was abrupt, like stepping from one world into another. Gone were the dense, towering trees and the menacing flora that tried to ensnare Johan at every step. Instead, he now found himself on the edge of an expansive swamp. The horizon seemed painted in various hues of green, where moss-covered patches of land were few and far between. It felt as if the entire floor was submerged.
Johan squinted, trying to discern the lay of the land. He could see tufts of grey mist wafting above the water's surface, creating a dreamlike haze that made it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion. He could also hear the distant, eerie call of some unknown creature, reverberating in the dense atmosphere.
'This place... it's so different from the first floor. More open, but that doesn't necessarily mean less dangerous,' Johan mused.
