The dungeon stretched out before us like something from a nightmare designed by a mad architect. Every surface seemed to pulse with its own malevolent life, and the air itself felt heavy with ancient power that made breathing difficult. But we had a job to do, and somewhere in this impossible place, Ren was waiting to be found.
"Stay close," I told Seraphina as we began moving deeper into the twisted corridors. "Everything about this place feels wrong. I don't want us getting separated."
"Agreed," she replied, ice crystals forming unconsciously around her hands as her body responded to the oppressive atmosphere. "Can you sense anything? Any trace of Ren?"
I extended my enhanced senses, pushing through the overwhelming background radiation of whatever power had created this place. It was like trying to hear a whisper during a thunderstorm, but gradually I began to pick out something that felt more familiar.
