Crunch... Crunch...
As soon as he entered the fourth floor, Berkah felt his feet sink into what seemed to be a cluster of withered roots. Glancing around, he found himself in a dense forest riddled with dried trees.
The environment was rather eerie, the cluster of trees looked like they had not recieved a single drop of water in ages.
The soil in which they were rooted on looked to be infertile and loose, as if it had been eroded by strong winds and floods.
Raising his gaze, he saw the largest moon he had ever seen, brightly illuminating the entirety of the fourth floor with its blinding light.
And yet, the dense forest only allowed a fraction of said light to filter through to the forest floor.
Crunch... Crunch...
Two figures stepped closer to him, one a perfect copy of himself and the other a skeletal being with thick, black bones, adorned by a black garment and luscious green hair.
"Young Lord... This is..."
