Story 465: The Spiral of Shadows

The team stood at the bottom of the ladder, their breaths misting in the damp, frigid air. Above them, the distant light from the surface was now a faint memory, swallowed by the endless spiral they had just descended. Before them lay another challenge: a tunnel carved into the rock, its walls slick with moisture and etched with cryptic symbols glowing faintly in green.

“Looks like we’re right where they wanted us,” Viper muttered, scanning the walls with suspicion.

Bulwark’s heavy boots echoed ominously as he stepped forward. “This place screams trap.”

“It’s always a trap,” Rook said, his voice steady. “But we don’t have the luxury of turning back. Stay close and stay sharp. Shadow, take point.”