The sudden appearance of the fog did not deter Ragnar and the rest of the group. Not even the violent tremors that shook the cave to its very foundations were enough to stop them. They could not stop, not when Circe and the captives were still trapped somewhere within its depths.
After what felt like hours of traversing through narrow tunnels with barely any visibility, the suffocating fog that filled the passageways slowly began to dissipate. It thinned, revealing a path ahead. Not long after, they emerged into a vast, hollowed chamber. The space stretched wide and high, its darkness broken only by the faint glisten of moisture clinging to the walls.
The rhythmic sound of dripping water echoed throughout, each drop reverberating like a distant heartbeat.
Ragnar was the first to step inside and a prickle of awareness crawled up the back of his neck. It was subtle at first, an instinct honed by years of battle and survival.
Something was wrong.
