The Descent Continues
The descent felt endless.
Arios had lost track of how long he and Liza had been walking down the spiraling stone stairs. The walls around them were smooth, carved from the same material as the rest of the dungeon, but now they pulsed faintly with a red hue instead of blue. The shift in color told him one thing — they had passed into the lower strata. Whatever awaited them next wasn't part of the original structure.
Liza's footsteps echoed softly behind him. She had stopped talking a while ago, conserving her breath. Arios could tell from her posture that she was alert, not tired — her hand was never far from her weapon, and her eyes scanned every corner they passed. She wasn't nervous. She was calculating, just like him.
