The unpleasant tune of the alarms' melody waited in the air as Nara and Lucius slipped further into the pit. The translucent sinkholes flickered with a supernatural delight, projecting a gleaming sparkle on the encompassing walls. Shadows moved, and the air became colder with each step they took.
Lucius' hold on Nara's hand fixed, his eyes filtering the environmental elements with a touch of disquiet. The murmurs of the pit murmured old mysteries, their voices like spooky reverberations in the obscurity. Nara could feel the heaviness of the spot, like hundreds of years of failed to remember recollections were carved into the extremely stone.
