Deep within an underground temple, Malicarn ventured through a dimly lit tunnel adorned with eerie decorations – skulls, bones, and walls painted with crimson blood. The very air seemed to carry a scent of death and decay. As he walked, a black snake coiled around Malicarn's neck, its hisses echoing in his ears.
"Patience, my dear," Malicarn whispered to the snake, his voice a mix of reverence and anticipation. "We'll have our moment. For now, we must inform our master about the intruder within his soul."
Torches along the walls cast unsettling shadows that danced with Malicarn's every step, but they paled in comparison to the presence that awaited him at the tunnel's end.
