As they continued deeper into the cave, the path sloped steadily downward, narrowing slightly as moisture slicked the jagged stone beneath their boots. The air was growing colder, damper—each breath fogged slightly as it left their lips. One wrong step and a person could tumble several meters down the incline, bones bouncing off unkind rock.
Then, without warning, the earth gave a sudden violent lurch.
A tremor surged through the cave like a ripple of pure force, shaking the walls and sending dust cascading from above. The floor trembled beneath them with a low, ominous groan that echoed through the darkness like some beast rousing from slumber.
A faint voice—muffled yet sharp—rang out through the stone corridors, amplified strangely by the cave's acoustics.
'Shatter Fist!'
