Capítulo 432: Story 432: Prison

The team stepped cautiously into the new corridor, their footsteps echoing ominously. The air was damp and cold, carrying a faint metallic tang that hinted at rust—or perhaps blood. Lining both sides of the narrow passage were ancient iron-barred cells, their interiors shrouded in impenetrable darkness.

“This doesn’t look promising,” Ghost muttered, his voice barely audible.

Rook scanned the area, his grip tightening on his weapon. “Stay close. Something’s off.”

The flickering lights of their headlamps revealed cryptic carvings on the walls, their meanings lost to time. Shadow, ever the analyst, paused to examine one.

“These aren’t just decorations,” she said, tracing her gloved fingers over the etchings. “They’re warnings.”

“Great,” Bulwark grunted. “Warnings about what?”

A low, guttural whisper answered him. It didn’t come from any one direction—it surrounded them, a chilling symphony of words in a language none of them understood.