As Argolaith stepped gingerly over the threshold of the ancient ruins, the tremors beneath his feet grew in both frequency and intensity—as if the very stones of this long-forgotten place shuddered in anticipation of a force awakening from an age past.
The ground vibrated with a deep, resonant pulse that seemed to herald the approach of a massive primordial beast.
An entity so old and powerful that even the ruins themselves whispered of its coming. Argolaith paused for a moment, his keen eyes scanning the cracked stone floor and splintered archways.
"I think the food I made must have drawn the attention of whatever that is," he murmured to himself, his voice low and cautious.
"But I should be fine in the ruins. For now, at least."
He tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword and ventured further into the labyrinthine corridors, where the echoes of his footsteps seemed to mingle with the soft rumble of the earth.
