บท 153: The Vault (3)

After cutting through the last of the Arachasaes, the dungeon fell eerily silent. The only sound that remained was the soft crackling of residual magic within the stone walls, like the fading echoes of a once-powerful storm. I sheathed my estoc, the faint hum of starlight dissipating as the weapon rested once more at my side.

With the monsters defeated, the path forward was now clear. I pressed on, stepping deeper into the heart of Morrowind's Vault; my senses heightened as I prepared for whatever might come next. But as I ventured further, the tunnel began to widen, and the stone walls gradually gave way to an open expanse.