The adventurers descended deeper into the dungeon, their footsteps echoing through the darkened hallways.
After a thorough looting of the first floor, they had their spoils in tow, but the heavy silence that hung in the air spoke of the uncertain dangers that awaited them in the depths below.
Torches in hand, the party weaved through the tunnels, their senses on high alert.
Every creak and whisper of the underground set their nerves on edge, reminding them that they were in the domain of darkness, a place where even the light had to fight to exist.
Ash's mind drifted, lost in thought as he trudged forward, oblivious to the flickering shadows and cold stone that surrounded him.
But the sound of a voice pierced the heavy silence, jolting him out of his musings. He turned to find Freyda standing behind him.
