Asher peered down into the yawning chasm, his dark green flames faintly illuminating the edges of the abyss. The oppressive air emanating from below seemed thicker, darker, and colder than anything he'd encountered above. The whispers of an ancient yet ominous energy brushed against his senses, filling the silence like a phantom's breath.
"Maybe I should…" Asher mumbled, his gaze locked onto the unseen depths.
Lori's forked tongue flicked anxiously as she hissed in disbelief, "Are you crazzzzy, brat? The air coming from down there seemssss even more cursed than here! Even I will get cooked within hourssss if I sssstay down there."
