Ascending the Catacomb

Cruzer stepped into the second floor of the catacombs, feeling the oppressive darkness close in around him.

The air was colder here, and the silence more profound, broken only by the faint, distant sound of dripping water.

The walls seemed to press in on him, their ancient carvings now depicting scenes of dark rituals—hooded figures standing over altars, their faces obscured, shadows writhing as if alive.

His lantern cast flickering light, the flames dancing on the stone walls and revealing more of the sinister carvings.

Every step forward seemed to take him deeper into the belly of the beast, each echoing footfall a reminder of the countless souls that had met their end in these cursed halls.

Cruzer's senses were on high alert. The weight of the catacombs pressed down on him, thick and palpable, as if the very air sought to crush his spirit.