Story 431: Secrets in the Dark

The team pushed deeper into the labyrinthine library, their boots echoing against the ancient stone floors. The faint glow of flickering lanterns barely illuminated the endless rows of bookshelves, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed alive.

“Stay sharp,” Rook whispered, his voice low but commanding. “This place isn’t done with us yet.”

Ghost scouted ahead, his movements silent as a wraith. He paused at an ornate iron gate that led to another chamber, its intricate carvings depicting battles between celestial beings and monstrous creatures. The air felt heavier here, almost suffocating.

“This door’s been sealed for centuries,” Ghost said, running his fingers over the faintly glowing sigils etched into the metal.

“It’s a dead end?” Shadow asked, keeping her sniper rifle trained on the darkened corners of the room.