Troll's Village
The final floor of the ruin wasn't a floor at all, but a breathtaking anomaly. It opened up into a vast, sun-dappled expanse - an aerial forest clinging precariously to the crumbling stone walls. Sunlight filtered through a canopy formed by colossal trees, their roots snaking down the ruined walls like ancient serpents, anchoring them to the structure.
These weren't ordinary trees. They were giants, their trunks thicker than any building Orpheus had ever seen. Their branches reached outwards, twisting and coiling, forming a network of tangled walkways that stretched as far as the eye could see. Lush green leaves, vibrant and alive, rustled softly in a gentle breeze that carried the sweet scent of sap and earth.