"This is it," he whispered, gesturing to an opening in the swampy earth, partially concealed by vines and foliage. The air around the entrance was thick with an ancient, dark aura.
"Ready?" Luna asked, her grip on her dagger tight. The faint pulse of dark magic radiating from the Amulet of Dark around her neck gave her a confident edge.
Leon nodded. "Let's see what this dungeon has to offer."
They descended into the dungeon, torches lighting their way as they moved cautiously through the narrow passage. The deeper they went, the louder the sounds grew—a faint, otherworldly hum, like a heartbeat, resonating through the walls. Soon, they entered a vast chamber, its ceiling lost in shadow, where creatures waited: swamp wraiths, lizard-like beasts with piercing red eyes, and twisted undead guardians, all lurking in the shadows.
