The city inside the dungeon stood like a forgotten jewel—clean, vibrant, and unnervingly cheerful.
Hwan clicked his tongue as they crossed through the arched stone gates.
Colorful banners fluttered overhead, and street performers played cheerful tunes while people bustled around them, arms full of decorations, food, and flowers.
The cobblestone streets were lined with stalls selling everything from silk ribbons to candied fruits.
"Doesn't this feel… off to you?"
Hwan muttered, eyeing a group of children skipping rope beside a man juggling torches.
Kevin walked beside him, his arms crossed and brows furrowed.
"Yeah. This isn't right. The air's too thick. It feels like… like the whole place is holding its breath."
Hwan glanced sideways at the people around them—smiling, laughing, running errands. Not one of them looked their way.
"Why are none of them paying attention to us? Even for a dungeon illusion, this is creepy."
Hwan asked.
