The creaking of the staircase echoed loudly in the silence as Yohan descended into the basement of the inn. Each step felt heavier than the last, the air growing colder and more oppressive the further he went. The dim light from above quickly faded, leaving only the faint glow of the crystals embedded in his gear.
"What is this place hiding?" Yohan muttered under his breath, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade.
The basement was larger than he had expected. The walls were rough and damp, with faint markings carved into the stone—symbols that seemed eerily similar to those on the board upstairs. A faint metallic tang lingered in the air, mingling with the smell of rot.
