The wisps of miasma seeped into the ground and traversed far from the Nameless Valley, making their way toward one of the dungeon's entrances and diving deeper within.
Following the uncharted paths yet to be discovered by man, the wisps delved deeper one level at a time, phasing through one film of the crimson membrane after the next, and surprisingly, there was a tenth membrane at the end of the path.
This membrane was unlike any other; obsidian black in color, reeking of malevolance never before witnessed by the living. It seemed like a concrete wall of condensed eons of malice poured to sculpt an iron wall harder than steel. However, it might as well have been nonexistent to the wisps of miasma as they trickled through to stumble upon a whole other world.
