Adrian and his troops entered the temple ruin, the ancient stone walls and arched ceilings casting eerie shadows in the dim light. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and centuries-old dust. They moved silently through the hall, the only sounds being the soft footsteps of their march and the distant echo of water dripping from unseen sources.
The hall was silent and dark, but the faint glow from Adrian's summoned creatures provided just enough light to see. Despite the oppressive atmosphere, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The Nightstalkers, with their keen senses and agility, efficiently dealt with the few traps they encountered, disarming pressure plates and bypassing hidden spikes with ease.
They continued their advance, the tension mounting with every step. Suddenly, a chilling scream echoed from the back of their formation. Before anyone could react, a few of the monster followers had vanished, leaving only shadows and silence in their wake.
