Beyond the doorway, Elysia found herself in a narrow corridor, the walls close and oppressive. The air was damp and cold, sending shivers down her spine. Her torch sputtered weakly as she walked deeper into the mountain, the silence around her growing heavier with every step. The corridor twisted and turned like a serpent, its end hidden from view, and for a moment, Elysia wondered if she was walking into a trap.
Finally, the corridor opened into another vast chamber, but this one was vastly different from the last. In the center of the room was a wide river, its waters dark and eerily still. It stretched far across the chamber, disappearing into the shadows on either side. The ceiling was so high that Elysia could barely make it out, but strange, glowing runes were etched into the stone above, casting a dim light over the river.
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