The air within the dungeon was thick with an oppressive weight, the kind that seemed to seep into their very bones. Faint runes etched into the stone walls glowed dimly, casting eerie patterns of light and shadow that danced as the group moved through the labyrinthine corridors. Each step echoed ominously, a reminder of how isolated they were from the world above.
Lyra led the group, her greatsword held ready, the blade faintly gleaming in the low light. Victor followed close behind, his staff casting a faint, steady glow that illuminated their path. Sylvia prowled alongside them, her green eyes scanning the shadows with predatory sharpness.
Violet walked near the rear with Ember, the fox bond's fiery tail providing a flickering source of warmth, while Nakia moved silently, her crimson eyes gleaming as she read the shifting energy of the dungeon.
