Disabling traps

The cavern loomed large and dark, its jagged walls faintly illuminated by the dim, bioluminescent moss that clung to its edges.

The cavern floor was a sprawling labyrinth of uneven stone, cracked crevices, and puddles of stagnant water.

Each step echoed with a hollow tap-tap as the massive horde of Orcs and Ogres trudged forward.

Their guttural voices reverberated off the walls as they argued and grunted, brimming with anticipation.

Many of them, clad in rough-hewn armor, carried crude weapons—jagged axes, chipped swords, and clubs studded with bone.

They were ready for war, ready to charge into the open air and face the harpy people.

Volk stood at the edge of the group, silent and calculating.

The skeletal remains of his undead subordinates formed a quiet, macabre ring around him.