Diego followed Nadia as they descended the spiral staircase, the air growing heavier with each step. The dim glow of arcane lanterns flickered along the walls, casting long, shifting shadows that seemed to stretch unnaturally, moving in ways they shouldn't.
The deeper they went, the more the distant hum of the city above faded, swallowed by an eerie silence that pressed against his ears.
The Hall of the Seers lay at the heart of their domain, a chamber untouched by the outside dangers, refurbished with the Seers' arcane skills to suit their needs. As they reached the bottom, the narrow passage widened into an open expanse. Diego's breath hitched slightly at the sight before him.