Ethan stepped into the eerie chamber, the air thick and oppressive. The darkness was unlike anything he had experienced before, swallowing up all light as if the very concept of illumination didn't exist. His twin daggers, usually reliable sources of comfort, felt like dead weight at his sides. His steps echoed faintly, but even the sound seemed to be consumed by the void surrounding him.
The moment he entered, a voice rang out, low and resonant, vibrating through the darkness. "The shadows are your ally, your essence. But shadows cannot exist without light, nor can they thrive without balance. To wield the shadows is to understand the withered nature of your mana. Step forward, and be one with it, or be lost."
