The surroundings were eerily quiet.
Geslo raised his head and looked at the silence around him, then turned his gaze to Anke beside him.
Even though that 'old gentleman' never told him his name, he quickly guessed that 'Denos' was likely the old gentleman's name.
But he couldn't find the 'old gentleman', so he could only shift his gaze to Anke beside him.
However, Anke also looked over with some bewilderment; clearly, Anke couldn't find the 'old gentleman' either.
Just then, deep rays of light illuminated from the walls, igniting a crimson-purple glow. These lights, like tentacles extending from the walls, were densely intertwined, wrapping into massive husks ready to engulf everyone in the room.
Meanwhile, Anke felt the 'texture' under his feet seemed to undergo some kind of change, turning from hard to soft.
He lowered his head; the old floor was now writhing slowly like viscous flesh.
His feet began to sink rapidly.
