Nathaniel’s every instinct screamed for him to turn back. Yet the faint, rhythmic tapping of footsteps continued, drawing him forward into the darkness. It was as though an invisible hand had reached out, compelling him deeper, whispering promises he couldn’t quite understand. His heart pounded in his chest as he edged toward the narrow passageway, its dark, gaping entrance seeming to invite him—and warn him—at the same time.
He gripped the glowing stone tightly, its faint warmth grounding him as he took cautious steps forward. The air was cold, carrying the scent of earth and ancient decay, and he felt the walls narrowing as he moved deeper into the passageway. Shadows seemed to press in from every direction, thick and suffocating. He could barely see a few feet in front of him, but stil
