As the party moved deeper into the dungeon, a strange, low growl reverberated through the tunnels. It was guttural, uneven, almost like a combination of grinding stone and a muffled snarl. Aeliana instinctively tightened her grip on her sword, her senses sharpening. She shot a glance at Kael, who had already drawn his weapon, his eyes scanning the darkness ahead.
"Did you hear that?" Kael murmured.
Selene, still walking beside them, stopped in her tracks and exhaled. "Oh, I definitely heard that. And it doesn't sound like anything friendly."
Garrik let out a deep chuckle, rolling his shoulders. "Do things ever sound friendly in places like these?"