The narrow passageway led Elara, Selene, and their companions deeper into the heart of the mist-shrouded mountains. Each step seemed to bring them further from the world they knew, into a realm of shadows and uncertainty.
As they journeyed on, the whispers grew louder, their words twisting and distorting with every breath of the icy wind. It was as if the very air itself was alive with malevolent intent, seeking to ensnare them in its grasp.
"We must be getting close," Professor Arthen murmured, his voice barely audible over the howling wind. "The artifact lies ahead, I can feel it."
Elara nodded grimly, her senses on high alert. She could feel the darkness closing in around them, its presence like a weight upon her soul.
