The dungeon rumbled.
The walls, once solid stone, now pulsed with something unnatural—like veins of a living creature. Shadows slithered along the ground, stretching and recoiling as if aware of their presence. The very air felt… wrong. Heavy.
Kieran's breath hitched as another notification flickered in his vision.
[WARNING: UNKNOWN ENTITY APPROACHING]
His grip tightened around his weapon. "Uh… guys?"
Jameson was already moving. His blade slid from its sheath with an eerie smoothness, the steel catching the dim light. He didn't speak—just positioned himself at the front.
Arianna, as always, showed no sign of concern. She simply observed. Studying. Calculating.
Jack, however, grinned. "Feels different, huh?" He cracked his knuckles. "Good. I was getting bored."
Elamenor exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders. "If it's not strong, I'm leaving it to you lot."
