On the other side, a bit far away from the mud house, a strong blood smell floated in the air, mingling with the earthy dampness.
The cave loomed ahead, its entrance an ominous gash in the landscape.
Darkness enveloped its mouth, swallowing all light and hope. But as one ventured deeper, faint glimmers began to pierce the blackness, flickers of light that hinted at something within.
The air grew colder and heavier, the scent of blood intensifying, each step echoing against the stone walls.
The faint light grew stronger, revealing the rough texture of the cave's interior, shadows dancing in the wavering illumination.
The innermost part of the cave was revealed, bathed in the warm, flickering glow of flame torches set into the walls.
Silhouettes moved within the light, their figures shrouded in an eerie glow. The atmosphere was thick with tension, the smell of blood mingling with the smoke from the torches, creating a heady, almost suffocating ambiance.
