The air thickened as Ethan stepped onto Floor 2. The stairway behind him sealed shut with a thunderous clang. Runes along the stone walls flared once, then dimmed, leaving only faint blue trails—like veins of light in a corpse.
The others descended slowly, their footsteps hesitant, weapons clutched tight. The faint echo of dripping water was the only sound.
Lena kept glancing over her shoulder, whispering prayers under her breath. “It feels like something’s watching us,” she said.
Ethan didn’t answer. His eyes scanned the surroundings—sharp, calculating. The dungeon felt alive. Each rune seemed to twitch when he looked at it too long.
[System Alert: Chrono Distortion Detected] [Warning: Temporal Field Unstable. Time flow is inconsistent.]
He frowned. “So that’s why this place was call
