The cave entrance was dark. Deeper than he expected.
Kyle stepped inside
The air changed immediately — colder, drier, heavier. It smelled like old stone and dust.
He raised his sword and walked forward.
The tunnel curved slightly, then opened into a larger space. Not natural. Someone had carved this place out of the rock, but not recently. The walls were too smooth, the corners too precise and ancient.
Torches lined the walls. Unlit. But there was light coming from somewhere — a faint, pale glow that seemed to come from cracks in the walls themselves.
Nightmare followed behind him, hopping from stone to stone.
Then Kyle saw it.
On the floor, in one of the corners of the chamber, a small pile of bones.
He did not know whose the bones were because of her foot and their crumbling over time.
But next to them, a feather.
It was black, and glowing faintly.
Kyle frowned. He knelt down to examine it.
