Lance landed hard on his side, rolling instinctively to absorb the impact. He groaned, pushing himself up and shaking his head to clear the dizziness. The air was heavier here, thick with something that smelled old and damp.
Looking up, he saw that he had fallen into some kind of underground cavern. Massive roots hung from the ceiling, glowing faintly with a pulsing, greenish light. The walls were covered in strange markings, symbols that looked ancient and forgotten.
He stood, dusting himself off, and took a careful step forward. His instincts were screaming now. There was something down here. Watching… Waiting.
Just when he was going to push his worries to the back of his mind for a moment, a voice rang out. Unlike the whispers above, this one was clear, eerie, almost... welcoming.
"A visitor? How unexpected."
