The deeper Raven ran, the more the weight of the dungeon pressed down on him. Each step echoed through the dead corridors of Gravewake Hollow, where no torch flickered and no creature stirred. He passed the first midboss chamber—a vast circular room once filled with bone-crushing automata and enchanted defense systems. Now? Nothing. Just dust, collapsed scaffolding, and quiet.
His boots slid across the stone as he turned into the next corridor. Pillars lined the walls like silent sentries, each one carved with scenes of dwarves locked in battle with creatures of the deep. The brass light-spheres overhead flickered, dim and struggling, as if the very dungeon were resisting being seen.
He reached the second midboss room. It should have been a molten forge-hall, glowing with magma ducts and lined with mechanical guardians that breathed fire. But it too was silent. Dead. The forges had long cooled. The chains that once swung from above now hung motionless.
