For a time, the only sound present during their journey into the depth was the echo of their footsteps landing on the large platforms comprising the flight down. Each step was wide and long enough to situate everyone at one, almost as if it was designed to accommodate the movement of something much larger.
The unusual darkness that ate all light added to the unsettling atmosphere, leaving an eerie and chilly space. It reminded Kieran of Altair's ability with some minute difference.
Though his crimson flame was active, it wasn't much of a moral booster. It very much accomplished the opposite due to its inherent nature. Born from madness and fueled by carnage, the crimson flame engulfing Kieran's palm lent the darkness a spine-chilling aura.
Something about the darkness being painted the color of blood left everyone unnerved.
