Floor 62
The ground pulsed.
Once, twice, and then it kept pulsing, like a heartbeat just beneath the surface, erratic and too large to belong to anything human.
Sarissa and Mara stood still. They were past walking now, time had become like breath in fog, visible and vanishing. The corridor they had entered twisted behind them like it didn't want to be remembered, and the dungeon floor was gone.
There was only the feeling of it.
Sarissa pressed a hand to the wall, and it sighed beneath her touch.
"We're deeper than we've ever been." She whispered. "And we didn't move."
Mara nodded once, her fingers clenched tightly around [Trifle].
Another pulse ran through the stone. This time it wasn't subtle, with a line of cracks slithering along the floor, splitting into tendrils that pulsed with a dull black glow. Something was moving underneath it.
"I think we're walking on it." Mara said.
"No..." Sarissa inhaled deeply. "I think we're inside it."
