Round 367

The air in the chamber shifted, growing thick and heavy with anticipation that seemed to coat their skin like oil. The walls' synchronized breathing had stopped entirely now—a sudden silence more unsettling than any rhythm could be—as the entity's grip remained insistent, guiding them deeper into the depths where the floor undulated beneath their feet, living stone responding to their presence with unsettling animation.

Silra felt the corruption spreading through her system with each beat of her heart, but she maintained her focus on the task at hand—finding those damned Starheart fragments before the entity consumed them both entirely. The walls' synchronized breathing had stopped now, replaced by a low pulsing that seemed to emanate from everywhere and nowhere simultaneously.

The door's surface began to dissolve, revealing a network of glowing, fiber-optic-like tendrils that stretched out towards them like hungry fingers reaching for prey.