Taufik and his party kept walking, downward, always downward.
They didn't know how long it had been. Time didn't flow here. It clung to them like oil, heavy and suffocating, each step deeper into Hell feeling like a lifetime.
The corridor stretched endlessly.
Narrow.
Oppressive.
The walls sweated with heat, molten lines pulsing like veins through obsidian stone. The air shimmered with toxic warmth. Even breathing felt like swallowing fire. This was a place that wanted you to stop. To kneel. To give up.
"...This heat..." Kl'lara muttered, her ethereal form flickering faintly. "Even my spirit feels heavy"
"A human would've died ten steps ago," Basukhi grunted.
And still… they walked.
Until-
A light.
"…Finally," Lembuswana said with a gasp, rushing forward. "The way out. It's time to say goodbye to this cursed darkness"
"Lembu, stop!" Taufik's voice cut through the corridor like a blade.
Lembuswana froze mid-step.
