The lingering silence after the centipede's fall weighed heavy, like the dungeon itself was holding its breath. I stood there for a moment, claws slick with blood, trying to steady my breathing. Bob loomed ahead, his axe dripping black blood as it pooled beneath him. The horned rabbit prowled the edge of the bridge, her fur bristling and her sharp blue eyes flicking toward the shadows. She could feel it too—that something had shifted.
This place was holding something back. Something big.
The orb in my chest pulsed faintly, sending a ripple of unease crawling up my spine. Whatever lay ahead, it wasn't just another monster.
