"What's going on?" one of the men asked, his voice trembling with raw fear as he wore a frightened look on his weathered face, his eyes darting wildly in the oppressive gloom, surrounded by an impenetrable wall of darkness and swirling shadows that seemed to pulse with a life of their own, closing in like the jaws of some ancient, malevolent beast.
The instigator with the prominent scar stared intently at Flameborn, a deeply displeased look etching deeper lines into his already twisted and scarred features, his bald head glistening with a sheen of nervous sweat under the faint, ethereal light that pierced through the dome.
"Do not let his actions get in your head," he barked gruffly, trying to rally his shaken accomplices with a forced bravado that barely masked his own growing unease.
"It's merely a trick to scare us.
