Story 420: The Lure of the Lanterns

The corridor stretched endlessly ahead, illuminated only by a line of dim lanterns placed at irregular intervals. The flickering glow cast eerie, dancing shadows on the jagged rock walls, giving the impression that the tunnel itself was alive and breathing.

"This doesn’t feel right," Viper said, her voice barely audible as she stepped cautiously forward, her weapon at the ready.

"Stay sharp," Rook replied, scanning the tunnel with his flashlight. The beam seemed almost swallowed by the oppressive darkness ahead.

The air was heavy, carrying a strange scent—damp earth mixed with an almost metallic tang. Ghost knelt by one of the lanterns, inspecting it carefully.

"These aren’t old," she muttered, running a gloved finger over the glass. "Someone’s been here recently. Maybe still is."

Shadow’s eyes darted around, her sniper rifle held tight. "Or something. These creatures are smarter than we give them credit for."