Chapter 156: That Which Should Not Wake

The obsidian door lifted slowly, the air growing colder with each inch it rose. The whispers that had haunted them since their arrival had turned into a deafening roar, not with voices, but with something deeper—something ancient pressing against their minds, filling their bones with a primal dread they couldn't explain. The creatures that had emerged from the mist twisted violently, as if caught in an unseen force, their empty eyes turning toward the widening gap beneath the door.

Damien gritted his teeth, gripping his sword tightly. "Fall back!" His voice cut through the noise, barely reaching his allies over the unnatural wail that filled the temple.