The mystery dungeon lay hidden within the deepest parts of the misty mountains, its entrance covered in ancient markings. It was said that this place had once been sealed by the gods themselves—a prison for something that should never be awakened.
Ikari led them to the massive stone gates, her heart pounding in her chest. The air was thick with dark energy. The kind that made your skin crawl, that whispered to you, lured you in.
Tsuki shivered. "This place… it reeks of death."
Yameri stepped forward, placing a hand on the cold stone. The moment his fingers touched the surface, the markings glowed a deep violet. His seal, still intact but fragile, responded to the energy within.
A sudden voice echoed in his mind. "Welcome home, Child of Darkness."
His eyes widened, and his breath hitched. Who—?
Before he could process it, the gates creaked open on their own. A dense black mist seeped out, wrapping around their feet like fingers grasping for warmth.
Ikari clenched her fists. "I have a bad feeling about this…"
Yameri exhaled. "Stay close."
And with that, they stepped into the abyss.