The door creaked open, revealing yet another darkened corridor. The air was heavy with the scent of damp stone and something else—something sinister. Ava and Luke exchanged glances, the intensity of the last trial still hanging between them. But there was no time to pause, no time to catch their breath. The Tower demanded they move forward.
As they stepped into the corridor, the temperature dropped even further, sending a chill down Ava's spine. It felt different here, more oppressive, like the walls themselves were watching them. The corridor seemed to stretch on endlessly, but in the distance, they could make out faint whispers, soft and indistinct, like the ghosts of forgotten memories.
"Do you hear that?" Ava asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Luke nodded, his jaw tight. "Yeah, I do. Stay close."
