What awaited them was a vast chamber. At its center pulsed a glowing orb.
The dungeon core.
Its light throbbed like a living heart.
But that wasn't what shocked the group.
All around them, rifts in space tore through the air. Dozens of them.
Some were no larger than a meter across while the biggest gaped nearly five meters wide.
A few of the smaller ones had fused together, twisting into jagged, unnatural shapes. Looming above, the largest rift hung directly over the dungeon core like a wound in the sky.
From each tear, waves of miasma spilled out, saturating the chamber. Even the core itself seemed corrupted.
Its glow was no longer radiant... but dreadful and oppressive.
Lucien's pulse quickened. His eyes widened at the foul energy staining the air.
'What lies beyond these rifts…? Why is so much miasma bleeding through…?'
Even Cielius and Sebas couldn't mask their unease. Strangely, no monsters prowled here... Only the suffocating stillness of corruption.
