The crypt was silent now—too silent.
No shifting mist. No echoing chants. Just the faint sound of breathing, of steel being sheathed, and boots shifting over broken stone.
Inigo adjusted the strap of his rifle and stepped deeper into the corridor leading out from the chamber. The torchlight on the walls barely reached beyond the archways, and most of the sconces had long since rotted or fallen. Garen followed a few steps behind, his sword still drawn.
"Anything?" Garen asked.
"Just shadows," Inigo replied.
They cleared one hallway, then another. Nothing moved. No new threats, no lingering presence. But even without danger, the weight of the encounter still hung over them. The Lady of Illusion had pulled back, but they all knew she hadn't been banished—only delayed.
After a few more minutes of checking each path, they made their way back.
