After delving deeper into the fifth layer, the last traces of human craftsmanship in the dungeon completely disappeared.
The paths were no longer orderly, nor did any lights illuminate them. Only the varied moss on the ceiling emitted a faint glow, sometimes cool and sometimes warm. When combined, these luminescences enveloped the passages of the fifth layer in an atmosphere of both darkness and brightness.
Standing there felt like stumbling into a vast and ancient nest of luminescent ants, with countless intertwining corridors nesting within each other, forming an endless primordial labyrinth.
The widths of these passages varied—some were so narrow that one had to pass sideways, while others were broad enough to accommodate several bird carriages running side by side. At the end of numerous passages lay rooms of varying sizes filled with monsters.
