"What in Goddess' name are we doing here?" Elias's eyes fixated on the looming boulder that stood before them, its dark crevice resembling the gaping maw of some ancient, sinister creature.
The air around the entrance felt heavy with a foreboding presence as if the very rock harbored secrets better left undisturbed. "We can't set up camp here. It's not safe," he warned, his voice tinged with a mix of concern and wariness.
Atior, undeterred by Elias's apprehension, began to gather the remains of the demonic creatures they had killed during their perilous journey. The bones, twisted and malevolent, held an otherworldly energy that sent shivers down Elias's spine.
With meticulous care, Atior stacked them atop one another, forming a macabre semblance of a campfire in the heart of the darkness.
