Chapter 65 - Dungeon's Forest of Glass

The following morning, I stood before the entrance of the dungeon, a whirlwind of excitement and fear swirling inside me. In the days of calm that had passed, I realized I needed to grow stronger, so I wouldn't have to depend on trickery to navigate future dangers. With a mix of anxiety and resolve, I stepped into the darkness, conjuring a small light atop my hand. As I surveyed my surroundings, I gasped in astonishment; I had entered a forest of mirrors and sharp glass, where trees shimmered like crystal and rocks reflected distorted images of myself. The leaves hung precariously, as if ready to plunge down and pierce anyone nearby. The tall grass danced in the wind, resembling long, sharp needles swaying ominously. I had to watch closely to every movement that I took, just bumping into something or stepping on a taller tuft of grass would likely result in a horrible injury. From the depths below, I sensed a shift in the shadows encircling me.