Atlas collected ten black Monster Cores and continued through the creepy place he found himself in. The air smelled of rot, monsters, and death as he came upon a group of adventurers' gear.
'I wonder how they died,' he thought while checking out the scene around him.
It looked like they had been ambushed during their run and absorbed into the dungeon once they died. They left behind their broken and damaged gear, which consisted of rusted swords and a broken staff.
Atlas continued with his journey and made it through the resting area, only to spot another tunnel that would lead him to the next floor. He started traveling down it, and half an hour later, the ground started shaking.
'A big monster is coming,' he wondered excitedly. 'I bet its a Cave Troll.'