The newly revealed passageway was narrow and winding, its walls etched with ancient runes that glowed faintly in the dim light. The air grew cooler as they moved forward, carrying a faint, acrid scent that hinted at long-forgotten magic. The floor was uneven, and the sound of their footsteps echoed ominously through the corridor.
Elara led the way, her hand gripping the crystalline orb tightly. Its soft glow illuminated the path ahead, casting long shadows that danced on the walls. Kirin and Lyra followed closely, their senses on high alert as they navigated the twisting path.
After what felt like hours of winding through the darkened corridor, they emerged into a vast, circular chamber. The room was dominated by a large, swirling vortex of shadowy energy in its center, surrounded by an intricate labyrinth etched into the floor. The walls were lined with towering shelves, holding ancient tomes and relics covered in dust and cobwebs.