There were all kinds of animals walking around on the floor going about their business in their own strange ways.

Salagite Weizzora, a salamander-like creature, was floating past me and leeching off a cow in the desert, but it didn’t bother me and floated by silently.

There was a cry of distress. The cave echoed with deep dying moans. It was the voice of a man trapped, and screaming inside. Suddenly red, yellow, and green acid water that turned flesh to bones came rushing, and bubbling in the cave. I just managed to get out before an iron spear-footed gate fell.

A chattering noise echoed in the room. Kri krilla grita, a strange purple thing like a cave-man’s club, was chewing into the floor, slowly crawling along like a snail on a slimy substance.