As Cruzer descended deeper into the catacombs, the air grew colder, and the darkness around him seemed to pulse with malevolent energy.
The sense of danger was palpable, and with each step, the weight of the necrotic gem in his pocket grew heavier, as if it, too, was aware of the terror that awaited below.
When he finally reached the bottom of the stairs, Cruzer stepped into a massive, charred chamber. The walls were blackened with soot, and the remnants of the unlucky adventurers and undead that once inhabited this floor lay scattered, reduced to piles of ash and smoldering cinders.
The stench of burnt flesh and sulfur hung thick in the air, a testament to the ferocity of whatever creature had done this.
The entire floor had been scorched, and the only light came from flickering flames that still clung to life in the corners of the room, casting eerie shadows on the walls.
