The icy cavern trembled as the deep rumble of the earth signaled the awakening of something ancient. Liora tightened her grip on her twin daggers, their enchanted edges glinting faintly in the dim blue light. The faint echoes of her heartbeat reverberated through the frozen walls, mingling with the sound of distant, guttural roars.
Behind her, Kael adjusted the strap of his frost-coated greatsword, his golden eyes scanning the cavern. "This isn't natural," he muttered, his breath forming a cloud of vapor.
Liora turned to him, her tone sharp. "Nothing about this place is natural. The ice itself whispers warnings."
Kael frowned, his gaze shifting to the crystalline structures embedded in the walls. They shimmered faintly, pulsating as if alive. "What did you see in your vision?" he asked.