Dungeon Two: The Monolith of EchoesAn ancient vault built from obsidian memory-stone, hidden deep within the canyons of Floor 200. A place where sound shapes reality—and silence kills.
The Descent Into Silence
They arrived at dusk.
The canyon's mouth was vast and scarred, like the jawbone of some long-dead god. Echoes didn't behave properly here. Footsteps rang with a delay. Voices warped and doubled back. The deeper they ventured, the more the air seemed to listen.
At the canyon's heart stood the Monolith—a pillar of black stone reaching into the clouds, surrounded by floating shards of mirrored obsidian. Glyphs pulsed across its surface in harmonic intervals, some screaming softly in foreign tones.
Roselia winced. "It's layered with dissonant song-traps. Echo magic. If we speak without control, it could turn our words against us."
Leon's brow furrowed. "A dungeon that weaponizes sound… that's cruelly elegant."
