The corridor yawned wide before them, stretching so far into darkness that even Pyris couldn't make out the end. An eerie silence filled the air, thick and weighty, with only the sound of faint, echoing drips of water from somewhere deep within the cave breaking the stillness.
Shadows stretched along the jagged walls, their edges serrated, twisted, and gnarled as though formed by ancient, wrathful hands.
Every corner seemed to possess a secret, every echo a whisper from some forgotten horror.
Faded murals covered the stone walls on either side of the path, each one depicting tales lost to time. The murals were grim—painted scenes of men and creatures battling forces from a realm unseen, each image more grotesque than the last.
Figures with horrified faces reached out, as if beseeching anyone who dared enter to turn back. Alera studied these walls with wide eyes, her steps slightly hesitant as she absorbed the haunting scenes.
