~Laurent
The Crimson Hollow hadn’t changed.
The air was still heavy — thick with copper and damp heat, as though the entire place was breathing through rotting lungs. The red mist that crawled along the floor shimmered faintly in the dim light, swallowing sound with each step I took.
Everything was familiar. The dark tunnels. The claw marks on the stone. Even the faint hum that pulsed through the walls.
Only one thing was missing — the lesser monsters.
Last time, they’d swarmed me before I’d even gotten close to the main chamber. But tonight, the path was empty. Silent.
It felt like walking through a memory of a m******e.
By the time I reached the final chamber, my pulse was hammering. The giant obsidian gate loomed ahead, carved with the same jagged symbols I’d seen before — all gl
