I had lost track of time. I don't know if it's been months or years. This place seems endless, and the more days passed, the more this no longer seemed like a simple dungeon, but more like a world of its own, where I don't know when I will see the sunlight again.
What frightened me the most, were not the beasts that emerged from the void, like the white furred wolves, or even the crawling snakes with bodies covered in steel scales that I encountered later on, not even the tigers with curved fangs or the manticores that attacked with a ferocity capable of tearing mountains apart. None of that frightened me, what really made my hair stand on end was that the further I went the less I saw an end to this endless journey.
