The staircase spiralled into the earth, its surface slick with condensation, and the faint, pulsing glow of Abyssal energy. As they descended, the air grew colder and carried that metallic tang, burning their throats.
Ryu led the way, Voidfang casting a weak light that barely pushed back the oppressive darkness. Kaelith followed closely, her silver hair shining in the dim light as she scanned their surroundings, blades drawn. Aris followed, her hands glowing faintly with fire magic to illuminate the rear, while Draven's heavy boots thudded against the stone steps, his axe slung over his shoulder but ready to strike at a moment's notice.
The tunnel at the bottom of the stairs opened into a huge cavern. The walls throbbed dimly, as if with life, covered in black, root-like tendrils that radiated corruption. The air was heavy with a sickly sweet smell that made Ryu's stomach turn.
