Chapter 183
The team pushed the heavy stone doors open, the loud groan of the hinges echoing like a dying beast. A gust of stale, ancient air rushed out, brushing against their faces like a warning from the past.
They stepped into the dungeon—an oppressive, dimly lit corridor that stretched forward like the gullet of some ancient, slumbering creature.
Cracked torches lined the eastern and western walls, their flickering flames barely holding back the shadows that slithered across the stone.
Silence dominated the space—so absolute that even the faint crunch of gravel beneath their boots sounded like thunder. Every breath felt heavier, the air laced with dust and the scent of decay.
Dante took the first step, his silhouette merging with the gloom. The others followed tightly, eyes darting about as if expecting the walls themselves to lunge forward.
After several tense steps, the narrow corridor finally opened into a massive underground chamber.
