The bottom of the Abyss seemed even more oppressive below the ninety-fifth floor. The constant feeling of pressure made the space itself seem compressed around them, as if reality were being slowly crushed by some invisible force buried in the depths of that ancient place. There was no wind, heat, or cold as such. Just a suffocating presence spread throughout the entire environment, something too heavy to be explained simply as ordinary demonic energy.
The three advanced slowly through a colossal rock formation that stretched until it disappeared into the absolute darkness above them. The walls of that level of the Abyss were different from the upper floors. They no longer had a mineral or architectural appearance. Everything there seemed too organic. It pulsed slowly in some places, like petrified flesh trying to breathe after millions of years buried under darkness.
