The interior of the dungeon was a rain-forest, a proper one. A-ranked dungeons were like that. Sometimes, whole ecosystems flourished inside these things without upper limits.
The forest itself was saturated beyond belief, having fed on the abundant mana of the dungeon itself for thousands of years, the flora held nothing back in its conquest to cover the world.
Trees as large as skyscrapers towered into the sky, vines as thick as a human torso hanging off from the titanic branches. A certain, weird looking moss covered everything the eye could see, its slippery surface no doubt holding a terrible surprise for anyone that wasn't careful enough. The undergrowth was thick enough that Silas couldn't see anything further than 2 meters on all sides.
Though his ability to sense mana signatures were working perfectly.
Which was good, because he didn't waste any time making the call.
"Incoming from the west and east! Prepare for battle!"
