Xavier stepped through the dark, swirling door, feeling the cold immediately wrap around him like a heavy cloak. The door slammed shut behind him with an echoing finality, leaving him alone in what felt like a void. The light from the hallway was gone, and in its place, there was only a pitch-black darkness so thick that Xavier couldn’t even see his hand in front of his face.
His heart raced as his senses heightened. He reached for his sword, gripping it tightly. "Okay... calm down. Just a stupid room, right? Can’t be worse than whatever I have already faced before."
But then the darkness began to shift.
Whispers, low and eerie, filled the air around him. They weren’t saying anything coherent, just a murmur, like a thousand voices speaking all at once. The floor under his feet began to
