As Kael and Ariana slipped into the underground vault, the air grew heavier, saturated with the scent of iron and something strangely acrid.
The glowing powder-like substance shimmered faintly on the stone shelves, giving the entire chamber a ghostly glow. They had just stepped forward, Kael reaching toward one of the remains, when a loud metallic clang echoed through the vault.
Footsteps heavy and deliberate marched closer.
The door to the cellar burst open with a bang.
A towering figure filled the entrance, muscles straining against the edges of his priest's robe. His face was square, stern, and marked by a jagged scar across the cheek. His eyes, sharp and experienced, scanned the vault with practiced intensity.
"Hmm?"
He sniffed the air, frowning. His eyes narrowed further.
"Did I hallucinate?"
