The pale staircase spiraled downward, extending into a deeper darkness.
Ian's footsteps landed, and the surface of the steps made a faint rustling sound, like treading on dry bone dust.
The surrounding walls were no longer made of Memory Material, but had turned into a dark gray rock.
The rock's surface was covered in fine cracks, and deep within them, a faint, dark blue light flowed, like frozen blood vessels.
"The second level... the Corridor Maze."
Ian stopped and glanced ahead.
At the end of the staircase was a massive space, nearly a hundred meters high and boundlessly wide.
Countless passages radiated out from the center like a spiderweb.
The walls, ceiling, and floor were all made of the same dark gray rock.
The entrance to every passage was identical, with no markings whatsoever.
Only whispers, a mixture of death and madness, filled the air, drifting between the passages like the wind.
"Ian, the third passage on the left..."
