Floor 28 was brutal.
There was no warning. No grace period to adjust. The moment I stepped through the shimmering portal, I was thrown into chaos. The air was thick with rot and humidity. A dark, swamp-like biome stretched endlessly in all directions. Vines dangled from the cavern ceiling like twisted nooses, some thick as ropes, others thin and whip-like, each one slick with damp moss.
The ground squelched beneath every step, and each movement stirred up clouds of gnats that bit at exposed skin. The fog was the worst part—so dense and choking it clung to my body like a wet blanket. Visibility dropped to ten meters at best. My senses were on edge from the moment I arrived.
The stench was enough to make anyone gag. It was like rotting compost, blood-soaked mud, and stagnant water all mixed into one suffocating brew. Breathing felt like inhaling sickness. Even with a minor wind spell to circulate fresh air around me, the scent leaked in, subtle and nauseating.
