The Shattered Corridor

The cold of the stone beneath their feet was piercing, its icy chill creeping upward and gnawing at their resolve as Daniel and Mira stepped off the crumbling bridge into a new expanse. The abyss's oppressive pull seemed to diminish slightly, but the air in the massive corridor that stretched ahead was heavy, as though weighted with centuries of regret.

Towering walls framed the path, carved with intricate depictions of an ancient war between colossal beasts and shadowed figures. The flickering light from unseen sources made the engravings dance, as if the images themselves were alive.

"Do you feel that?" Mira whispered, her breath visible in the freezing air.

Daniel nodded, his Fragment thrumming faintly. "It's different. The air feels... expectant. Like this place is waiting for something."