*My boots crunch softly against the rubble strewn about the cracked stone floor, each step echoing faintly on the surrounding corridor walls. The cold nips at my extremities, carrying with it the faint scent of mildew and something metallic—like blood, or perhaps rust. I hold out a torch before me, it's flame flickering wildly, casting erratic shadows that dance along the walls. In my peripheral vision, the mythical inscriptions that're carved into the stone walls seem to subtly shift in the wav...