"Fuckk…"
"Another dark corridor."He cursed stepping in.
Kael moved through the dark corridors of the ruins, his footsteps echoing against the ancient stone floor.
The walls around him were cracked and chipped, but they were still strong, holding stories etched in forgotten scripts and faded murals.
Torches mounted on old iron brackets flickered gently, casting long shadows across the faces of weathered statues and collapsed stone pillars. A cold air hung in the tunnel, thick and damp, filled with the faint scent of blood and decay.
He walked past rooms filled with broken coffins and shattered relics. Strange glyphs were carved into the walls—symbols that seemed to pulse faintly with residual mana. The air grew heavier with each step. Something in this place was watching, breathing, and waiting. Kael could feel it crawling at the back of his mind.
Ahead, he saw four robed figures standing guard, their faces hidden behind cracked wooden masks.
