The dim glow from the stone platform flickered like a dying flame as figures began to appear, emerging from the swirling golden whirlpool.
Their whispered voices echoed through the vast, shadowy chamber, bouncing off the cold stone walls.
"Where are we?" someone whispered, their voice shaky with worry.
"I can't find the tunnels... is this a trap?" another voice added, fear creeping into their words.
Nervous murmurs spread among the survivors. The platform beneath their feet was the only light source, casting strange, eerie shadows in the darkness.
Spark, Bronn, and Amelia stepped forward, scanning the room with watchful eyes.
Unlike the others, they remained calm. Spark's face showed no concern, just calm indifference, while Bronn's excitement bubbled beneath the surface, even in this strange and ominous place.
"Looks like we've arrived," Spark said casually, as if this strange chamber was just another stop.
