Bab 131: The World Destroyed (2)

Arthur could feel the weight of the air as they moved deeper into the dungeon, the blue-glowing crystals lining the walls casting an eerie light that flickered in tandem with each step they took. The entire place felt alive—as if it were a creature breathing them in, watching their every move. The further they walked, the louder the whispers grew in his mind, soft murmurs that seemed to rise from nowhere, yet everywhere at once. It was unnerving, like a song being played just out of tune, laced with an undertone of desperation.

Suddenly, Arthur's vision shifted, a dark overlay falling over his eyes.