Story 437: The Spiral

The chamber’s pulsing light faded behind them as the team stepped through the open archway. Before them lay a spiral staircase that plunged downward into an unending abyss. The faint glow of sconces along the walls illuminated the ancient stonework, but the air was heavy with foreboding.

“This feels like a trap,” Shadow muttered, her eyes narrowing as she peered down the spiraling steps.

“Everything about this place is a trap,” Ghost replied, his voice a low whisper. He crouched, inspecting the first few steps. “No pressure plates or tripwires. Not yet, at least.”

“Let’s not wait for an invitation,” Rook said, motioning the team forward. “Stay sharp. We don’t know what’s waiting below.”

The team descended cautiously, their footsteps echoing faintly in the vast emptiness. Viper’s tome glowed faintly, its light flickering in rhythm with her nervous breaths.