The light in the labyrinth was dim.
The dominant hue of dark cyan was quite oppressive, air filled with a suffocating aura of terror. The passage was peaceful, occasionally wind would blow through, bringing with it a series of wails like the whispers of tortured souls, their cries lingering in the ears for a long while.
It was as if the dark, pitch-black ending of the corridor was a path leading to Hell itself, leaving anyone feeling terrified with each step they took.
Decayed swords and axes, broken clay pots, scattered bones... every detail hinted towards the presence of horrible creatures in this place.
Leonard Churchill inspected his surroundings and confirmed this atmosphere was deliberately created.
This was a clever psychological trick, invisibly influencing the attitudes of intruders.
But he still didn't know the motive behind this setup.
