Silver dust shimmered in the dim glow of the cavern as Albrecht finished collecting the last handful of ore, stuffing it into the heavy sack he carried. His breaths were labored, his muscles taut from the exertion, but he kept his senses razor-sharp, knowing danger lurked nearby. As soon as the silver vanished into his spatial storage, a chill crept over the back of his neck—a subtle shift in the air, an almost imperceptible rustling of movement. He spun around, only to find that dozens of glowing eyes now glared at him from the darkness, a silent promise of violence.