As Michael pushed open the massive, creaking door and stepped inside the ancient ruin, an eerie and oppressive atmosphere immediately enveloped him. The air was thick with the scent of age-old secrets and the mustiness of centuries past. Flickering torches on the walls cast eerie, dancing shadows that seemed to whisper dark secrets.
The dungeon appeared as a labyrinth of dark stone corridors, winding deeper into the earth. The walls were adorned with ominous, ancient symbols that glowed faintly in an eerie, unnatural light, providing just enough illumination to reveal the haunting, grotesque carvings etched into the stone. These carvings depicted scenes of suffering, torment, and grotesque creatures that seemed to writhe and move in the dim light.
Sarba and Ayag, who had been quite vocal thus far, were now struck silent by the oppressive aura of the place. They pointed at various parts of the dungeon, their eyes wide with a mixture of shock and surprise.
