The long, shadowed corridor leading toward the lowest dungeon felt less like a passageway and more like the throat of a dying beast. The air grew thicker and more suffocating with every single step the infiltration team took. The sickly, pulsating purple light emanated from the heavy stone archway at the very end of the hall, casting twisted, unnatural shadows that seemed to claw desperately at the rough granite walls.
Raven held up a single, black-gloved hand, signalling for Jules and Bella to halt their advance immediately. He carefully set the heavy ironwood trunk down on the floor, ensuring it did not make a single sound against the stone.
