The group stepped into the dark interior of the ancient structure, the oppressive atmosphere hitting them like a physical force. The air was thick with the scent of decay and the lingering traces of old magic. As they moved deeper into the building, the entrance behind them sealed with a low, ominous thud, leaving them in almost complete darkness. The only light came from the faint glow of their magical artifacts, casting eerie shadows on the cracked stone walls.
The silence was unnerving. Every footstep echoed through the vast, empty halls, and the group instinctively tightened their formation, weapons drawn and senses on high alert. The deeper they ventured, the more the oppressive energy of the place pressed down on them, gnawing at their resolve.
"This place is a tomb," Darius muttered, his voice barely more than a whisper. "We shouldn't be here."