Story 433: The Corridor of Torment

The iron door creaked shut behind them, plunging the team into a stifling, oppressive silence. The narrow corridor stretched endlessly ahead, its dim torchlight casting warped shadows along the damp, stone walls. The cells on either side were empty—at least at first glance.

“We’ve walked into a nightmare,” Ghost muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Shadow adjusted her scope, her rifle raised. “Stay alert. The quieter it gets, the worse it usually is.”

The team advanced cautiously, the faint clinking of their gear echoing in the narrow passage. Viper kept close to Rook, clutching the ancient tome tightly. Its cover seemed to pulse faintly, as though alive, and with every step, she could feel an invisible pull drawing her deeper into the prison.

Bulwark paused near one of the cells, his flashlight sweeping the inside. The flickering beam revealed scratch marks etched deep into the walls, accompanied by cryptic symbols that seemed to writhe under the light.