The ancient staircase spiraled downward into the earth, each step worn smooth by centuries of use. A faint draft carried the stench of damp stone and decay, causing the team to exchange wary glances. The eerie silence that hung in the air was broken only by the faint drip of water echoing somewhere below.
“This doesn’t look inviting,” Ghost muttered, crouching low to inspect the first few steps. “No traps so far, but I don’t trust it.”
“Trust isn’t a luxury we have,” Rook replied, adjusting his gear. “Stay alert. We’re moving.”
The team descended cautiously, their footsteps muffled by the uneven stone. The flickering light from their torches cast long, distorted shadows on the walls, the narrow stairwell amplifying every sound.
Viper clutched the ancient tome tightly to her chest. The book had grown heavier with each passing moment, its pulse now a steady thrum in her hands. “The energy here... it’s stronger,” she whispered.