Veins of Desolation

The cavern stretched into darkness, its walls slick with moisture. The air was heavy, laden with the scent of decay. Ominous red lights flickered from the cracks like the eyes of ancient sentinels.

Harley, Alex, and Xan moved cautiously, their flashlights barely penetrating the gloom. Each step echoed, as if the cave itself were watching them. Stagnant water splashed under their boots, and the red lights danced on the walls, casting grotesque shadows.

At the heart of the cavern lay a petrified creature on a stone altar. Its scaly skin still gleamed with a reddish hue, and its eyes, now dimmed, had witnessed centuries of agony. The final guardian, its sacrifice sealed the door to an even darker realm.

Harley approached the altar, feeling an inexplicable connection to the creature. "This is older than we imagined," she murmured.

Alex examined the walls for clues. "These symbols... they seem to indicate a path," he said, pointing to a series of inscriptions.