Fyar and his party continued to walk through the dungeon area. They went deeper into the mushroom forest.
Giant mushrooms stood tall around them. Their caps glowed softly in blue and purple. Spores drifted down slowly, like glowing dust falling from the sky.
The forest floor was covered in thick blue moss. Every step sank slightly into it. The air felt damp and cold. A thin mist hung low between the dark mushroom stems.
The sound of liquid dripping from the mushroom caps onto the moss was clearly audible throughout the forest.
Drip... drip...
Zaefal led the way. He walked with a limp, but his eyes remained focused, scanning for gaps in the roots and places that could be used for rest.
We haven't encountered any monsters... If we meet a monster, can we fight back? No, Zaefal... you have to focus on finding a place to rest first, Zaefal muttered inwardly.
He stopped in front of a large mushroom stem with roots protruding outward, forming a natural alcove.
