Lily tightened her grip on her staff as she stepped past the skeletal remains of the fake adventurers. The dungeon felt colder now, the air heavy with an ominous presence. She moved forward, determined, her focus unwavering.
The path ahead grew darker with every step, the glow from her water magic casting faint light on the jagged walls. Shadows danced around her, and faint, eerie sounds echoed in the distance—whispers, footsteps, and low growls. The deeper she went, the more oppressive the atmosphere became.
She summoned a small orb of water to float ahead, lighting the way while keeping herself ready for whatever lay ahead. Turning a corner, she entered a massive chamber. The air felt thick with mana, and in the center of the room stood a glowing altar surrounded by ancient runes etched into the stone. Above it floated a swirling, dark mass of energy that pulsed like a living thing.
