The dungeon pulsed with a deep, rhythmic hum, like a heart beating beneath the earth, resonating in Arthur's bones as they walked forward. The air was growing colder, a chill that seemed to sink into their skin and refuse to let go. The elemental energy, the same forces that had been empowering them, now seemed to press against them like an oppressive weight.
Arthur felt it more acutely than ever—the whispers. They had always been there, lurking at the edges of his consciousness, soft and insidious. But now, they grew louder, an echoing chorus of voices just beyond understanding. They hissed and snarled, words that seemed to slither into his thoughts, each one carrying a dark, unshakable truth.
His vision blurred, and for a heartbeat, the dimly lit dungeon faded into something else—something twisted and monstrous.
