Following another brilliant flash of light( I was really starting to get sick of all this teleportation nonsense), I found myself on the next floor…
The flash of light didn't drop me back into the swamp, heck, it didn't even drop me anywhere soft or earthy. Instead, the ground beneath my feet became cold, unnaturally smooth, and sounded like singing crystal whenever I stepped on it.
I found myself standing at the mouth of a corridor that felt less like a dungeon and more like the inside of a jagged diamond. The walls were made of a translucent, obsidian-like glass, angled in sharp, geometric patterns that caught even the faintest light and bounced it around in a dizzying kaleidoscope. It was narrow….too narrow. If I spread my arms, I could touch both sides, and the ceiling was low enough for my 7ft5 frame to feel cramped in all the wrong ways, if I was any taller, I'd be touching the roof.
