swirling shadows of the Hollow Sanctum felt suddenly thicker, as though the entire dungeon were
holding its breath.
Ethan stood over the broken remains of the Verdant Core Golem, chest heaving from exertion,
sweat trickling down his neck. The glow from shattered emerald fragments still flickered faintly
among the rubble.
But there was something wrong.
Very wrong.
A deep chill prickled along Ethan's spine.
He shifted his stance, scanning the corners of the cavern. His fingers tightened on the hilt of
Warlord's Fang, knuckles whitening.
"System…" he murmured, voice low, "the hell's going on? Why does it feel like a horror movie in
here all of a sudden?"
A flicker of static rolled across his sight.
[Warning.]
[An ominous anomaly has entered proximity. Danger classification: Unknown. Recommend
maximum caution.]
Ethan's eyes narrowed.
"Oh, for fuck's sake… what the fuck is happening now?"
