They pressed onward, each step reverberating with an eerie echo that seemed to be swallowed by the dark ahead.
The air grew heavier, almost like a thick, invisible fog that pressed against them, making each breath feel denser than the last.
As they moved, the crystalline lights on the walls dimmed and flickered erratically. Every so often, faint whispers seemed to resonate around them—like echoes of voices from ages past.
The atmosphere buzzed with something ancient, something otherworldly, as though the very stones held memories of forgotten eras.
They rounded a corner, and the tunnel opened into a vast chamber. Towering pillars lined either side, each carved with spiraling patterns that seemed to shift and move in the flickering light.
At the far end of the room stood a massive statue, a figure draped in robes that flowed like liquid stone, hands raised in a gesture that might have been a blessing or a warning.
