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The darkness beneath the trapdoor yawned like a predator, its presence oppressive and alive. Cheska shivered, her unease growing with every passing second. Even Riverus, who carried himself with unshakable calm, paused at the edge.
The faint glow of light from above barely touched the steep staircase spiraling into the void. Shadows seemed to ripple and writhe as though they had a will of their own, teasing at horrors hidden below.
A wave of air seeped upward— thick, fetid, and carrying the metallic tang of blood. The stench clung to Cheska's throat, making her gag.
Her gaze lingered on the entrance, her breath catching as the oppressive presence seemed to reach for her. It wasn't just darkness — it felt alive.
She tore her eyes away, turning sharply toward the main door instead. Her instincts screamed danger, but she forced herself to focus on something tangible, weighing her options.
