The stairwell twisted deeper, each step echoing like they were walking into the ribs of something long dead. The air grew heavier, hotter, as if the dungeon itself resented their presence.
[ Floor 2 – The Charred Hollow ]
The chamber opened into a cavern lit by rivers of molten sap. The stench was choking—sweet and rotten, like burning flesh.
From the ceiling, blackened boars of fire dropped, tusks glowing white-hot, eyes dripping violet embers.
Bounce crouched low, growl rattling in his chest, silver aura blazing to life.
Puddle rose higher, halos orbiting fast, black-and-white light crackling in anticipation.
Rhys drew the Verdant Scholar Sword. Its emerald glow cut through the haze like a beacon.
"Let's clean this floor."
The first boar charged—steam hissing off its body.
Rhys shifted.
[ Swift Cut ]—a blur of motion. He carved across its flank, sparks of molten sap bursting from the wound.
