Kael stepped into the narrow tunnel, the walls damp and cold as he moved deeper into the underground passage.
He poured aura over his blade.
The light from his blade glowed faintly pushing back the darkness, revealing stone that had clearly been untouched for centuries.
Symbols were carved into the walls—some familiar, others ancient and unknown. The air was thick with the scent of dust, moss, and something older... something that made his skin crawl.
He slowed his steps as he reached a wider space. The path ahead opened into a vast underground hall, the ceiling rising high above with broken stone arches and faded murals across every wall. The walls were covered in carvings,images of rituals, of robed figures kneeling before towering statues with crimson jewels for eyes.
Some murals showed processions, others showed chaos, blood rituals, and a large crimson symbol painted like a sun with a black void at the center.
"What?"
Kael froze, his eyes wide.
