The failsafe chamber pulsed with an eerie light, casting long, dancing shadows against the ancient stone walls. Valen stepped inside cautiously, his senses immediately overwhelmed by the oppressive energy that saturated the air. It was as if the chamber itself was alive, aware of their intrusion and waiting to test their resolve.
The centerpiece of the room—a towering obelisk—dominated the space. It stood like a silent sentinel, carved from obsidian and inscribed with intricate runes that shimmered faintly, their glow ebbing and flowing in time with a heartbeat that wasn't their own. The whispers grew louder, a faint chorus of voices speaking words just beyond comprehension.
