THIRD PERSON POV
After resting for a bit, they headed towards the gates guarding the stronghold.
They pushed open the gates and entered the stronghold. The air inside was colder, the darkness oppressive.
The walls were lined with runes similar to those in the Cave of Whispers, but these pulsed with an eerie red light.
“This place feels… wrong,” Liam muttered, his voice echoing in the silence.
Amelia tightened her grip on her dagger. “Stay close.”
The corridors twisted like a labyrinth, the oppressive energy growing stronger with every step.
Killian led the way, his movements cautious but confident.
Suddenly, the runes on the walls flared, and the ground beneath them shifted.
Amelia stumbled, catching herself against the wall as the air filled with a low, resonant hum.
“Anothe
