Dante entered the cave with a vigilant gaze, his eyes adjusting to the dim light as he felt the presence around him. The cave was cold, with only the faint light from the entrance illuminating the place, but what caught his attention was the dense smell of decomposition in the air.
The atmosphere was saturated with a sickly energy, something Dante had never felt before. It was as if the very space itself had been consumed, corroded by decay.