Riley scanned the area, his instincts screaming at him as he approached the crypt. The passage ahead twisted unnaturally, pulsing with strange, malevolent energy that made his skin crawl.
Despite the overwhelming urge to turn back, he pressed on, each step heavy with a growing sense of unease. Something about this whole situation reeked of absurdity.
"No one's guarding the crypt," he muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing. It had to be a trap.
Every instinct told him to walk away, but what other choice did he have? He conjured a subtle illusion, making it appear as if he had retreated. But instead, he slipped quietly into the crypt, his presence masked.
Inside, darkness swallowed the room, but Riley froze as his eyes adjusted. The crypt was nothing like he imagined.
Instead of an empty tomb, it was filled with priests—each one standing eerily still, their red eyes glowing with malicious intent.
