A Festive Night in the Dungeon

One fine morning, the birds are chirping, songs fill the air before the Abyssal Sanctum. Moving deep in the dungeon past the adventurers fighting monsters, monsters hunting, down to 128th floor. A village of sorts is here, there’re huts scattered around the place and farms flourishing. An Azurite, normal human height with brown skin and blue eyes walks out of his hut. He stretches to get the sleep off him the heads to the farm, which is right below the hanging platforms of the 128th floor. The big hole at the bottom of the 128th floor has been made into a farm with terracing and many farming strategies.

A crack spreads through the space right before the throne of Paxius, the final boss now looking human. Everyone gathers around the crack as only 1 Azurian is seen towering over all the Azurites. Lyra, the Azurian looks at the crack with joy. “Could it be!”

The crack spreads and the space falls off, lights can be seen coming from the darkness in the holes then suddenly 2 Azurians jump o