Kael's foot hovered an inch above the web-strung floor, his breath catching as he saw the faint tremor rippling outward. The silken threads seemed to shiver with life, each strand trembling as if whispering secrets into the darkness. The ripple wasn't loud—it was subtle, a faint vibration that seemed to pulse through the air, yet it carried a weight that made Kael's chest tighten. It was the kind of sound that made his instincts scream to flee, but his body betrayed him, locked in place as if rooted to the cavern floor.
The glow of the runes on the cavern walls seemed to intensify, casting an otherworldly green sheen over his face. The light flickered unevenly, as if reacting to the disturbance. The faint hum that emanated from them now felt louder, more insistent, resonating deep in his bones.
