The air inside the stone structure was thick with age and silence. Echo's footsteps echoed off the damp walls, each step carrying the weight of uncertainty and growing danger. The woman moved ahead of him, her movements deliberate, as though she had walked this path many times before. Her eyes were narrowed, scanning their surroundings for any sign of movement, but all Echo could see were endless corridors of stone, flickering shadows cast by the dim light from the torches mounted on the walls.
His heart pounded in his chest as the power within him swirled restlessly, waiting for a purpose. The overwhelming surge of energy he had felt in the forest was still present, but now it felt like an unchained beast—wild and untamed, demanding to be released. He tried to calm himself, but the sensation of the magic was unlike anything he had ever felt before. The more he used it, the more it seemed to consume him, like an insatiable hunger that could not be sated.
