Randall rode at the front, whipping the reins of his horse causing it to speed up with hooves beating steadily against the dirt road.
Behind him, a line of knights followed in silence, their armor glinting faintly under the pale sun. They had been riding for hours, and the town where the dungeon stood finally came into view.
What awaited them on reaching the place was unsettling.
The streets were empty, lined with cracked stone walls and broken carts left to rot. Doors hung ajar, some swaying gently with the wind.
A few shutters creaked as if the place still breathed faintly, though no human soul remained. The air was heavy, carrying a strange stillness that pressed on their chests.
One of the knights spoke in a hushed tone, his voice carrying unease. "This place looks like an abandoned city like Ghostly towns."
Others nodded in agreement.
The name itself carried a chill, and their eyes darted around as if expecting shadows to rise from the empty houses.
