Ancient was the perfect adjective to describe the state in which the dungeon was.
As soon as Noah entered the cavity at the base of the mountain, he was met with a dusty and decrepit sight.
'It doesn't seem that the magical beasts have reached the surface yet. They should be on the lower layers.'
Noah thought, inspecting the ground floor of the Bare Dungeon.
It was a large cave with only a few rusty cells still resisting the passage of time.
The wooden furniture had long dissipated in the past two thousand years, leaving only some random items made of iron or similar in the wide room.
Noah didn't find anything valuable there so he decided to continue his trip toward the lower levels.
The place was dark and all light sources had succumbed to age, yet, for mages like Noah, darkness wasn't a hindrance at all.
At the end of the room, Noah found a passage leading downward which he crossed without hesitation.
'The "Breath" is diminishing.'