As the group of adventurers and mercenaries moved deeper into the heart of the fallen laboratory, the atmosphere thickened with an unsettling energy. Shadows danced along the crumbling walls, and the air was heavy with the scent of ancient magic. The faint glow of runes flickered intermittently, casting eerie patterns on the stone floor beneath their feet.
After dispatching the first chimera, morale was high, but Saeko knew that the dangers of the Black Mountain were far from over. They pressed onward, navigating through narrow corridors and decayed chambers filled with remnants of the Black Mage's experiments. The deeper they journeyed, the more oppressive the aura became, almost as if the mountain itself was alive and watching.
Suddenly, a low growl reverberated through the halls, sending a shiver down Saeko's spine. The sound was deeper, more resonant than the last chimera, and it echoed ominously, warning them of the danger that awaited.
