We moved cautiously, the faint echoes of the defeated entity still reverberating through the silence. The room felt different now, the pressure lifting slightly, but I could sense something lingering in the shadows. Kijin and Raijuu were tense, their gazes sharp and alert as we advanced further down the narrow passage.
The tunnel twisted, opening into a smaller chamber that was eerily quiet. Patches of dim, phosphorescent moss clung to the walls, casting a ghostly light that only added to the unnerving atmosphere. I held up the mysterious object we'd found by the altar, examining its intricate engravings more closely. The symbols were ancient, almost alien in design, but as I stared at them, they seemed to shift, forming patterns I felt like I recognized… yet couldn't place.
"Look at this, chat," I whispered, tilting the object toward the camera. "It's got markings like the ones we saw on the altar. They keep changing—almost like they're alive."
