Deluge

Arthur, Diana, and Rain stood in the dimly lit chamber, the oppressive energy of the altar bearing down on them. Arthur's rune of analysis glowed softly, illuminating the intricate carvings and symbols etched into the altar's surface. The low hum of malevolence resonated in their bones, sending shivers down their spines.

"This altar is the source of the madness," Arthur said, his voice steady despite the unsettling atmosphere. "But there's more to it. We need to understand its full purpose."

Rain stepped closer, her eyes narrowing as she examined the symbols. "These markings... they're ancient. Older than the city itself," she murmured, tracing a finger along one of the carvings. "They speak of rituals, dark magic, and sacrifices."

Diana's eyes widened in concern. "Sacrifices? What kind of sacrifices?"