Round 17

The air inside this corridor tastes wrong—old decay and something else, like crushed metal or scorched earth. The runes on the walls aren't just decorative either; they're breathing, pulsing with a dark energy that seems to seep into the very stone around them. "This is beyond mere decay," she said softly, her voice barely carrying over the oppressive silence. "This place has been corrupted on a fundamental level." The magic here was ancient and malevolent, twisting the very fabric of reality to suit its dark purposes. She could feel it seeping into the stone itself, into the very air they breathed.