The trio moved in silence, their footsteps echoing softly against the glimmering crystal walls. Every so often, the cave would pulse with eerie light, making the shadows dance and stretch like specters.
Devin cast a glance ahead. The gate massive, ancient, and looming seemed to grow larger with every step they took, its ominous presence gnawing at the edges of his mind.
But it wasn't the dungeon that weighed on him the most it was the silence.
He looked to his side, at Daelan, who marched with quiet purpose. The older man's greatsword rested lazily across his back, but his expression was clouded. Determined, yes. But also… hollow. Burdened.
"Hey," Devin said at last, his voice low, cutting through the hush. "Mind if I ask something?"
Daelan didn't answer immediately. He just glanced over with a brow raised slightly, curious.
