The darkness pressed down on them like a living thing, thick and suffocating, a weight that seemed to seep into their very bones. Lyria struggled to draw breath as the shadows swirled around her, the roar of them drowning out her own thoughts. It was like being submerged in ice-cold water, her senses dulled, her movements sluggish.
"Run!" she shouted again, but the sound barely left her lips before the shadows lashed out.
Jax was the first to fall. His body convulsed as the dark tendrils wrapped around him, pulling him toward the altar. The black stone box glowed faintly, feeding off the shadows' energy. His eyes widened in terror as his fingers clawed at the air, struggling against the invisible force.
"Help me!" he cried, his voice strangled.
Lyria lunged forward, her dagger flashing in the darkness. She slashed at the shadowy tendrils, but they passed through the blade like smoke. "Jax!" she screamed, her heart pounding in her chest. But before she could reach him, the tendrils wrapped tighter, and with a final, desperate gasp, Jax was gone—swallowed whole by the shadows.
Lyria froze, her mind racing. Jax was gone. She couldn't process it. He had been there, and then... nothing. The shadows surged toward her, but before they could reach her, a brilliant light exploded in front of her, blinding and white.
Nara stood at the center of the chamber, her hands glowing with a fierce radiance, her lips moving in a hurried incantation. The light pulsed, pushing the shadows back, driving them to the edges of the room.
"They can't hold against this for long!" Nara shouted, her voice strained. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she struggled to maintain the spell.
"We need to move," Calen growled, his massive sword at the ready. He hadn't waited for the shadows to fully retreat; he was already pushing forward, clearing the way with sheer force. "We're sitting targets in this chamber. Back the way we came."
Lyria nodded, her breath finally coming back to her. "Nara, keep that light going as long as you can. We need to retreat."
But Nara shook her head, her eyes wide with fear. "No. The way back—it's closed."
Lyria's stomach dropped. "What do you mean, closed?"
"The shadows... they've sealed it. We're trapped in here."
A cold dread settled over Lyria. She glanced back at the tunnel they had entered through—it was gone. The walls of the chamber had shifted, the stone now smooth and solid where the passage had once been. The catacombs were alive, shifting and warping with the magic they had triggered.
"We triggered the curse," Nara whispered, her voice shaking. "We're in the heart of the shadow magic now. This place... it's designed to trap intruders. The ancients didn't just die. They set this up as a tomb—a prison for anyone who tried to take their power."
Calen growled, his hand tightening on his sword hilt. "Then we cut our way out."
Lyria glanced at the shadows lurking just beyond the edge of Nara's light. They were watching, waiting. They couldn't cut their way out of this. But they couldn't stay here either.
"We need to go deeper," Lyria said quietly.
"What?" Calen snapped. "Are you insane?"
"There's no way out," she said, her voice hard. "Not the way we came. If we stay here, we'll be picked off by the shades one by one. Our only chance is to find the heart of this place—the source of the magic—and shut it down."
Nara looked at her, eyes wide. "You want to go deeper? After what we just triggered?"
"We don't have a choice," Lyria said, her voice steady despite the fear coiling in her gut. "We go forward or we die here."
Calen grunted but didn't argue. He understood the stakes. "Lead the way, then."
The group moved cautiously toward a second passage that branched off from the far side of the chamber. It was narrower than the first tunnel, the walls closing in around them, the stone cold and damp. Nara kept her light glowing, but Lyria could feel the shadows pressing in just beyond the reach of the radiance, waiting for the moment they faltered.
"We're being hunted," Calen muttered, his eyes scanning the walls.
"They're watching," Nara agreed, her voice strained with the effort of keeping the light spell active. "They know we can't hold this forever."
Lyria's heart raced, but she pushed forward, refusing to give in to the fear. The deeper they went, the colder the air became. The shadows were thicker here, clinging to the walls like a second skin, and the carvings grew more chaotic, more desperate. Figures twisted in pain, their bodies half-consumed by darkness, their faces frozen in expressions of eternal torment.
At last, they reached a small, circular chamber. It was empty, save for a single stone door carved into the far wall, ancient runes etched around its frame. The door was closed, but there was a faint glow emanating from the cracks between the stones, as if something powerful was sealed behind it.
"This is it," Nara whispered, stepping forward cautiously. "The source of the magic. The relic must be in there."
Lyria approached the door, her eyes narrowing as she studied the runes. She couldn't read them, but she could feel their power—a pulsing, dark energy that made her skin crawl.
"How do we get through?" Calen asked, his voice low.
Nara hesitated. "We... we can't. Not without a key. These runes are wards, meant to keep the relic locked away. If we try to break them, it could trigger another trap."
Lyria cursed under her breath. "We don't have time to look for a key. Is there another way?"
Nara bit her lip, her eyes scanning the runes. "I can try to dispel the magic... but it's risky. If I get it wrong, we could trigger something worse."
"We don't have another option," Lyria said firmly. "Do it."
Nara swallowed hard, then knelt before the door, her hands hovering over the runes. Her magic flared, the light pulsing as she began to chant under her breath, her voice barely a whisper. The runes flickered in response, the glow intensifying as the magic within them fought back.
Lyria held her breath, watching as Nara's face grew paler with each passing second. The tension in the air was palpable, the shadows pressing in closer, waiting for the moment the light would fail.
Suddenly, the runes flashed, and the stone door groaned, the ancient mechanisms grinding to life. The magic around the door pulsed once, then shattered, the energy dissipating into the air.
Nara collapsed, her body trembling from the effort. "It's... done," she gasped, her voice weak. "The door is open."
Lyria rushed to her side, helping her to her feet. "Are you okay?"
Nara nodded weakly. "I'll be fine. Just... give me a moment."
Calen approached the now-open door, his sword at the ready. "What's inside?"
Lyria didn't answer. Instead, she stepped forward, peering into the darkness beyond the door. The faint glow from the runes was enough to reveal the massive chamber beyond, but what lay within was far more terrifying than anything she had imagined.
At the center of the room, suspended in a swirling vortex of shadow, was the relic. It was larger than she had expected, a black crystal pulsing with dark energy, its surface reflecting the twisted faces of those who had come before.
And standing around it, cloaked in darkness, were the shades.
They were waiting.
And the real battle had just begun.