The second sublevel felt different from the one above.
The air was heavier here, colder in a way that settled deeper into the bones. The walls seemed narrower, the ceiling lower, and the air felt even more moist.
We moved quickly, our steps splashing against the shallow water that covered the floor. Each stride sent ripples racing outward, the sound echoing sharply through the submerged corridor.
I kept my eyes on the compass in my hand, its needle steady now as I followed its direction without hesitation.
Unlike the upper floor, every door along this sublevel stood open.
From time to time, I'd stop to take a look at the insides of each room. This came as a result of the compass's occasional glitches, which would spin it toward the rooms, forcing me to go in with bated breath.
'There's nothing here.'
The room was large, yet it was in complete disarray.
