The spiral staircase twisted downward, swallowing the light from above. Each step seemed heavier than the last, as if the weight of fate pressed upon Riven's shoulders. Lysara and Kael followed closely, their faces set with determination.
At the bottom, they found themselves in a vast cavern, its walls lined with glowing runes that pulsed faintly, casting eerie light. The air was thick with ancient magic — both powerful and dangerous.
Riven stepped forward, eyes scanning the runes. "These markings… they tell a story. A warning."
Lysara traced a finger along the symbols. "The seal we broke was meant to imprison something — or someone. If it's weakening, then whatever was locked away could be stirring."
A sudden chill swept through the cavern. Shadows flickered, shapes forming at the edges of their vision.
Kael drew his sword, the blade shimmering with a silvery glow. "We're not alone."
From the darkness, a low growl emerged, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps. Shapes moved forward — grotesque and twisted, born of shadow and malice.
Riven tightened his grip on his amulet, feeling its warmth pulse in response. "Prepare yourselves. This battle will test us like never before."
The companions braced as the first wave of shadow beasts lunged forward, the clash of steel and magic echoing through the cavern.
In this place where light and darkness collided, their true strength would be revealed.