The deeper Nate ventured into the tunnels, the stronger the sense of familiarity grew within him. It wasn't just the structure of the passageways, nor the way the air felt thick with an old, lingering energy—it was something deeper, something ingrained in his very being. As if, somehow, in a way that defied logic, he had been here before.
Every step forward sent echoes down the tunnel, swallowed by the darkness ahead. The Niyx embedded in the walls gleamed whenever the dim light from his hand reflected off their sharp, glassy surfaces, casting fractured glows across the stone, making the tunnel appear alive, shifting, moving. His pace slowed slightly as he studied the way the light interacted with the mineral, but no matter how much he observed, the feeling of unease never left him.
