The labyrinthine corridors of the seventh floor stretched into an oppressive, suffocating infinity.
Towering walls hewn from colossal, pitch black obsidian rose hundreds of spans into an unseen, starless ceiling, their polished surfaces slick with an ancient, oily condensation that smelled of sulfur, iron, and dead leylines.
Narrow, twisting passageways turned at sharp, impossible right angles, winding through an endless subterranean nightmare designed to disorient, entrap, and grind the souls of intruders into dust.
At this moment, Qian Yunxi and Qing Yan were running through a maze, bleeding and exhausted and soon found a corner to rest.
Their ragged, uneven footsteps echoed off the damp stone with frantic desperation.
Qian Yunxi's pristine white battle tunic was shredded into blood soaked tatters, revealing deep, jagged lacerations along her ribs and forearms where dark energy still sizzled against her torn skin.
