Kael's boots crunched on the cave floor, the air heavy, like breathing through a wet cloth. His Abyssal Fang Dagger hummed in his grip, its edge glinting faintly. The primal energy in the tunnel buzzed against his skin, tugging at his Devour Essence skill.
"Absorb it. Grow stronger," a voice whispered in his mind.
He gritted his teeth. "Not now," he muttered, shoving the urge down. Cultivating here was suicide. It was too exposed and filled with many unknowns.
The tunnel sloped deeper, the air chilling. His silver eyes flicked to the walls—there were claw marks, fresh and rough. Arveth's team had passed through, maybe hours ago. Kael's Night Predator trait pinged, a faint warning in his gut.
Something was off.
A low hum suddenly vibrated the stone pathway. Kael froze. Runes ahead flared, shifting from blue to blood-red.
Click!
The floor sank under his boot.
[Danger Detected!: Trap Activated]
