The air grew heavier as Lyra and her companions ventured deeper into the dungeon's upper levels. The flickering light from the runes on the walls barely cut through the oppressive darkness. The faint echoes of their footsteps and the distant hum of energy made every shadow feel alive, every corner a potential trap.
Sylvia prowled ahead, her green eyes gleaming in the dim light. "This place is getting creepier," she muttered, her tail flicking with irritation. "Feels like it's setting us up for something."
Victor, his staff glowing faintly, nodded in agreement. "The dungeon's energy is denser here. We're close to something significant."
Lyra tightened her grip on her greatsword, her senses sharpening. "A trial," she said firmly. "Stay alert."
