Recreating The Circle of Lust (7)
As he ventured deeper into the darkness, torches flickered to life, casting eerie shadows that danced along the stone walls. The air grew heavy with the scent of ancient dust and decay, hinting at the secrets that lay hidden within the mansion's labyrinthine depths. Orion's footsteps echoed through the corridors, the sound reverberating off the cold, unforgiving stone.
Each hidden alcove held its own mysteries, from forgotten libraries filled with ancient texts to chambers adorned with relics of a bygone era. Runes and sigils etched into the walls pulsed with a faint, ethereal light, their meanings lost to all but the most knowledgeable of scholars. Orion traced his fingers along the ancient symbols, feeling the power that thrummed beneath his touch.