As they entered the passage, the light from their torches seemed to dim, the darkness pressing in on them from all sides. The air was thick and heavy, carrying with it the scent of something long decayed. The walls were slick with moisture, and the floor was uneven, forcing them to tread carefully.
As they walked deeper into the passage, they came upon a room-like space. It wasn't long before they noticed the first signs of life—or rather, the eerie absence of it. Skeletons lay scattered across the floor, their bones shattered as if something enormous had crushed them. The walls were smeared with dark stains that could only be dried blood. And in the air, they could just barely make out the faint sound of whispers.
Arthur knelt beside one of the skeletons, his eyes narrowing as he examined the bones. "These aren't adventurers," he said, his voice low. "They're too old. Whatever happened here, it was a long time ago."
