The deeper James and his companions ventured into the Draugr Dungeon, the more the air thickened with the scent of decay and the oppressive weight of dark magic. The cold mist clung to their skin like a physical presence, and the faint blue glow from the dungeon walls seemed to pulse in time with the ominous energy ahead. James could feel it in his bones, Haldrek the Immortal was close.
The passage widened as they entered a vast underground chamber. The ceiling soared high above them, disappearing into shadow, and the walls were lined with ancient Dragonborn banners, now tattered and worn by time. At the far end of the chamber stood a massive stone throne, illuminated by a sickly blue fire that burned in the hearths along the walls. And seated upon that throne was Haldrek.