The eerie quiet of the ancient forest hung over James and his companions as they stood at the entrance to the Draugr-infested tomb. The tomb's stone doors loomed before them, partially sunken into the ground and covered with vines that had grown over centuries. It was clear that no one had disturbed this place for a very long time, and the oppressive magic emanating from within weighed heavily on their shoulders.
Lynara squinted at the entrance, her sword drawn as she stood at the ready. "You sure about this place, Eryndra?" she asked, her voice tinged with caution.
Eryndra, standing a few paces ahead, looked at the ancient symbols carved into the stone with a mixture of fascination and dread. "Yes, this is it. This is the tomb of the Cursed Knights, undead warriors who were once sworn to protect the realm but were corrupted by dark magic. They've been sealed away for centuries."
