The place they had descended into was nothing short of a labyrinth.
The air was heavy and damp, the walls carved crudely from stone and covered in centuries-old moss.
Each passageway seemed to stretch endlessly, splitting into three or four more, each leading deeper and deeper into darkness.
Their footsteps echoed faintly as they advanced, and even though Joy's orb of light illuminated their path, the shadows beyond the reach of its glow seemed alive—breathing, watching.
Carmela's eyes darted to the side every now and then.
Some of the rooms they passed were filled with strange remnants of the past: rusted cages, thick chains bolted into the walls, and in some, piles of bones—human and animal alike.
It looked like a forgotten dungeon, a place where people were once dragged to and never seen again.
But the two women exploring it were not ordinary.
