Thoren had already returned all his undead servants to his undead space. His boots echoed faintly against the cold and hardened ground.
Each step produced a dull sound that lingered briefly in the tunnel. He lowered his gaze slightly as he walked.
The texture beneath his feet felt strange. It was not entirely solid, yet it was not soft either.
It felt somewhat like sand, but at the same time it resembled hardened stone. There was also a faint stickiness to it.
The sensation was unsettling, but he chose not to dwell on it. His attention remained focused ahead.
The tunnel he now walked through was different from the previous ones.
It was larger and more structured. The walls were smoother. The path felt more refined.
Even the air had changed. It was no longer heavy or suffocating. Instead, it felt fresh and breathable.
This difference caused Thoren to crease his brow. Something about this place felt unnatural.
His instincts stirred quietly.
