There were mossy mounds found sporadically around the floor; every one of them resembled a humanoid form, but limp, as though the mossy vines and fungi had engulfed and suffocated a person.

 From the pitch blackness around them, a cloaked figure splits itself from it and without making a sound creeps up hastily towards the three

 Beneath the fungal light grows an evil tree. Its blackened, twisted limbs reach upward, like a skeletal hand clawing its way out of the earth.