Maris blinked, disoriented as the sky was replaced by the cold, oppressive darkness of the dungeon. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the faint echoes of distant roars sent shivers down her spine. Panic surged through her as she tried to make sense of where she was, but there was no time to think.
A monstrous shape lunged at her from the shadows, its claws glinting with deadly intent. Instinctively, Maris raised her hand, and a brilliant burst of divine light erupted from her palm, illuminating the darkness and sending the creature reeling back with a pained screech. The light faded, leaving her heart pounding in her chest.
But the reprieve was short-lived. From every direction, she could see the glint of predatory eyes and hear the snarls of creatures closing in on her. Maris turned in a slow circle, her breathing quickening as she realized she was surrounded.
"Divine Art: Holy Barrage!"
