"We have to stay sharp. It feels like the difficulty of this dungeon has increased," Kael Vi-rel muttered, his tone steady but cautious. His eyes flicked across the uneven stone corridor, following the trail of moss that seemed to pulse faintly as if alive. The air was damp, almost too heavy to breathe, and every footstep echoed like a warning.
"How did you know that?" Selene Whitmore asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Her silver daggers gleamed faintly in the dim light, but her suspicion gleamed brighter. Selene Whitmore had been through too many dungeons to take vague instincts lightly.
"I just… had a feeling," Kael Vi-rel replied quickly, dodging the question. His voice carried that same evasive edge he always used when he didn't want to explain something.
