We ventured deeper into the dungeon, pushing further until we reached the sixth stratum. By this point, the air had grown thick — not just with stale dampness but with something far more oppressive. The mana clung to my skin like a cold, invisible shroud, crawling along my arms and neck. Each breath I took seemed to drag that heavy presence into my lungs, leaving me uneasy.
Even here, I couldn't shake the feeling that something lay far deeper within — something far worse than anything we'd seen so far. This place... it felt wrong.
"Don't you feel that?" I asked Rose, my voice lower than I intended.