03/21- Abyssal Dreadmaw

As the group ventured deeper into the dungeon, the air grew heavier, thick with an eerie stillness that sent a shiver down Aeliana's spine. The stone walls, once damp and worn, now bore deep, jagged claw marks, as if something massive had torn through the cavern in a blind rage. The torches flickered weakly, their glow unable to fully illuminate the widening chamber ahead.

Markus slowed his steps, his grip tightening around his staff. "Something isn't right," he murmured.

Kael was already drawing his sword, his instincts on high alert. "Yeah, I feel it too."

Lirian's crimson eyes gleamed as she tilted her head, listening. "We're not alone. And whatever's ahead…" Her lips curled into something between a grin and a grimace. "It's strong."