Adrian watched as the last traces of the hydra's mist faded from the cavern floor, leaving him in a tense silence that seemed to seep into his bones.
The battle had been tough, but with every breath, he felt himself getting stronger. The burden of the past he had just faced felt less heavy, and his sense of purpose became clearer.
He glanced at the dark corridor ahead, and, with a steadying breath, stepped forward. The oppressive stillness shifted subtly, as if something deep within the temple had awakened.
The stones beneath his feet pulsed with a low vibration, like a heartbeat echoing through the ancient walls, making each step feel like a trespass.
A large stone door stood in front of them, covered in carved faces that looked twisted and full of despair, with clawed hands stretching out as if trying to break free. Adrian approached cautiously, feeling a chill from the dark energy radiating off it.
