Floor 1 was the throat of a dying beast.
The portal deposited them into a network of narrow, winding tunnels carved from pitch-black stone. The rock was heavily veined with raw, glowing red minerals that pulsed with a slow, rhythmic, synchronized light—a massive, ancient heartbeat echoing softly through the earth. The air was bone-dry and tasted overwhelmingly of iron. Beyond the party's localized light sources, the darkness was absolute, pressing against Nathan's eyes with physical weight.
[Hunter's Insight] activated, cutting through the gloom. Red threat markers immediately bloomed across his vision. "Contacts. A swarm of them. They're inside the walls, phasing through the mineral veins. Blood Wisps. Do not let them touch bare skin."
