"So, this is the cursed dungeon of Atras Requiem," Draven muttered, his voice a calm whisper that cut through the eerie silence of the dark cavern. His cold eyes, sharp as ever, scanned the vast entrance to the necromantic abyss before him. The thick, ancient magic that swirled around the dungeon felt heavy, oppressive, almost alive. Yet to Draven, it was simply another puzzle waiting to be solved.
He stood still for a moment, allowing the full weight of the dungeon's aura to settle around him. The ancient necromancers who had once ruled this place had left behind a remnant of their power, a foul energy that lingered like a dark cloud over the entrance. To any lesser magician, it would have been suffocating. To Draven, it was an opportunity.
