Underground palace, the path to the deepest level.
The endless staircase seems to lead to the abyssal hell, the ancient, deep black stone walls appear to seal the world's primal malice. Rows of magic crystal lamps are embedded along the descending staircase, yet their bright glow seems powerless against the darkness entrenched in this passage. The light cast by the magic crystals can only illuminate a small fraction of the walls and steps; the spaces beyond the reach of the light remain eternally intimidating and dark.
A sound of vines and roots rubbing against each other echoes between the stairs and corridor. Beltira walks unhurriedly along this passage leading to the Flesh Abyss, faint whispers of madness reverberating in her mind. Her silhouette moves forward in the feeble glow of the magic crystals, while the darkness continuously closes in behind her.
