Eldritch Construct.

Damien's gaze was immediately drawn to the eerie black platform in the center of the chamber, surrounded by towering obsidian pillars. The air was unnaturally still, thick with an oppressive weight that pressed against his skin. Instinctively, his fingers tensed around the hilt of his sword.

As he stepped onto the elevated stone platform, the runes carved into the pillars shimmered faintly, as if awakening from a long slumber. A flickering crimson glow pulsed in the inscriptions, faint but growing stronger with each step. A deep, thrumming vibration rippled through the chamber, and the stone beneath his feet subtly shifted.

"This place… it's reacting to my presence." Damien thought.