Damien and Mira pressed forward, the tunnel winding downward into even deeper, uncharted darkness. The air was damp and filled with a foul, decayed scent, intensifying their sense of urgency. They knew they were close to something sinister—rumors had spread of an underground lair, where the Zombie King’s strongest allies resided, brewing horrors of their own.
They paused when they reached a massive chamber, the walls lined with ancient runes glowing faintly, casting an eerie light. At the center stood a pit, swirling with dark energy that seemed alive, pulsating like a heartbeat. Mira’s face was etched with unease. “This isn’t just a lair. It’s…a portal.”
Damien clenched his fists, realizing the implications. “A portal that leads to the Zombie King’s inner sanctum. If he’s bringing in reinforcements through here, the whole world could be overrun.”