The moment Dante and Tendo stepped through the narrowing stone throat of the tunnel, the world abruptly widened.
The ceiling arched so high it disappeared into shadows, the cavern so vast it could have swallowed a cathedral whole.
Bioluminescent moss clung to cracked walls, painting the world in a cold blue glow that shifted with every breath of wind.
Tendo slowed first.
"Smell that?" he muttered.
Dante didn't answer. He sniffed and felt it inside his throat. Rotten eggs and wet fur mixed with something sharp and acidic.
His hand instinctively hovered close to the hilt of his weapon.
Dante's gaze swept slowly across the chamber.
The floor wasn't smooth rock at all, but a layered graveyard.
The sound echoed strangely, brittle and hollow. He noticed it.
Bones. Thousands of them. Small skulls and snapped femurs mixed with torn leather straps, rust-bitten daggers, even the twisted remnants of armor plates half-buried beneath webs.
"What the hell happened here?" He exclaimed.
