The Dungeon

The entrance to the first level dungeon is eerie, with the haunting sound of the Cocoon Chorus—wind through the trees that resembles weeping, actually the muffled cries of trapped adventurers with bound mouths. there a hundreds of old camps from people who rested before starting the legendary dungeon trial that no one has won yet or made it out of the dungeon.

Thick, twisted trees loom over a narrow path tangled with giant spider webs. The air is heavy with a chilling breeze that carries faint, sorrowful sounds. Cocooned figures hang from the branches, barely conscious and bound in silken traps.