Round 323

The walls began shifting, stone groaning as ancient mechanisms reactivated. Twisting passages formed ahead, each narrower than the last, forcing single-file movement through the pulsating tunnels. The air grew thick with corruption, each breath filling lungs with something wrong. The entity's power surged again, illuminating frescoes depicting twisted, corrupted creatures—humans merged with tentacles and flesh that writhed even in stone. Ahead, the passages branched into a maze of living stone, each choice offering unknown dangers deeper within the creature's heart.