The underground tunnels swallowed them whole, thick with decay and oppressive silence. Every footstep echoed in the vast emptiness, but the true danger wasn't the quiet—it was what lurked just beyond the edges of their senses.
Nick's voice cut through the stillness. "For a death trap, this place is oddly calm."
Gerald scanned the shadows nervously. "Too calm."
Cain's eyes never left the path ahead. "Stay sharp. Quiet means they're waiting for us to let our guard down."
Archer's smirk didn't reach his eyes. "Or maybe Liora's just full of it."
Shadowry Figure let out a soft breath. "If she was lying, we'll know soon enough."
They paused after another stretch of walking, setting up a small camp near the remains of what looked like a collapsed altar. The oppressive silence pressed harder in these moments of rest, as if the walls themselves were listening.