In the underground crypt, the walls were lined with ancient inscriptions and eerie symbols, casting a foreboding atmosphere.
The light flickered ominously, creating dancing shadows that seemed to come alive in the darkness, and the coffins creaked open one by one as if beckoning the living to join them in eternal slumber.
It was like straight from a horror movie.
This underground crypt was quite massive, with stone walls lined with cobwebs and rats scurrying about.
It was like there were hundreds of dusty hallways leading nowhere in particular. The air was thick with the smell of decay and dampness, like the stench of death was lingering around every corner.
At that moment, a door opened by the entrance of the underground crypt, and Adam stepped through, his greatsword already in hand.
The door closed behind him.
'50th floor, underground crypt.'
