Story 486: Shadows of the Grand Hall

The team stood at the base of the enormous staircase, catching their breath after their harrowing ordeal. The grandeur of the hall, illuminated by the soft glow of golden chandeliers, now seemed to hum with an eerie energy. The wooden banisters, intricately carved, no longer moved, but the unsettling memory of their earlier animation lingered in everyone’s mind.

“This place feels like it’s watching us,” Shadow said, her rifle poised and ready. Her sharp eyes darted across the balconies and arched openings that loomed over the hall like silent spectators.

Ghost, ever the silent observer, gestured toward the upper levels. “Multiple vantage points. Too many blind spots. This isn’t just a hall—it’s a battleground waiting to happen.”

“Agreed,” Rook said, his voice steady. “We move carefully. There’s no telling what this place has in store for us next.”