The vanguard of Astralis Requiem was plunging deeper and deeper into the bowels of that cave, and the atmosphere of the place changed drastically with every step.
The rhythmic sound of the twelve players' boots on the ground, which had previously been mostly stone, but as they walked further, traces of wood began to appear, no longer conveyed the immense confidence they had initially felt; instead, they now seemed to be swallowed up by an oppressive and absolute silence.
There was no longer the buzzing of small insects, nor the distant crackling of branches, nor the dripping of acid they'd heard echoing when they first entered.
The air became thick with a density of Mana that weighed on everyone's shoulders the deeper they went, making the oxygen seem thinner and harder to breathe.
The players in the group, who had previously been smiling and discussing their previous victories, gradually set their excitement aside.
