The journey to the underwater snake cave was harrowing, as each step carried the soldiers deeper into the suffocating darkness.
The air felt thick, oppressive, and every breath became a task in itself.
The walls glistened with moisture, and faint luminescent moss provided only a dim, sickly green glow that barely pierced the blackness around them.
Water dripped endlessly from stalactites above, echoing in rhythmic plinks that only heightened the tension.
Lyerin led the way with an unnerving calmness, his steps precise, his eyes sharp.
Behind him, the soldiers moved with palpable hesitation, their weapons clutched tightly in clammy hands.
Every scrap of boots against stone, every labored breath, seemed amplified in the confined space.
The path narrowed as they descended, the air turning colder, heavier.