Deep in the forest, beneath the bright surface of the world lay the Floors of a certain structure—a Dungeon.
It was a realm shrouded in perpetual darkness and teeming with monstrous life.
As one descended deeper into the depths, the air would grow thick and heavy, carrying with it the musty scent of ancient stone and the faint tang of decay.
The lower floor was a vast network of twisting tunnels and cavernous chambers, hewn from solid rock by unknown hands in a time long forgotten. The walls remained rough and uneven, their surfaces marred by the passage of time and the claws of countless creatures that called this place home.
Throughout the Lower floors, the sound of dripping water echoed through the cavernous spaces, a constant sign of the subterranean rivers that flow unseen beneath the earth. Pools of brackish water gathered in the low points of the floor, their surfaces rippling with the movements of unseen creatures lurking within.
