Misbegotten world

The death Catacombs (Part 2)

The day wore on as the snow blew relentlessly around him. The cold had turned his fingers purple, and shelter was nowhere to be found. The blinding snow made it impossible to discern his direction, and he became lost in the mountains.

Days passed, and his food supply dwindled. The provisions given by the dwarf were gone, leaving only scraps of meat and a hard, cold piece of bread. As night fell, he pressed on, hoping to find at least a small cave to make a fire and warm himself.

Then he noticed glinting stones, shining with different colors, seemingly forming a path. He followed them, despite the snow's thickness still obscuring his vision.

The glowing stones led him to a catacomb entrance, marked with dwarven carvings he couldn't decipher. But one symbol stood out—a skull. The glinting stones had guided him to the death catacombs.

The entrance door was shut, too heavy to open with his strength alone. He searched for a way to unlock it, until he remembered the medallion key given to him by the dwarf. He took it out and began examining the door for a keyhole.

After a thorough search, he found a small keyhole and inserted the medallion key. There was a faint click, but the door didn't budge. He pushed again with all his might, and the door opened slightly.

Encouraged, he kept pushing until the door was open enough for him to squeeze through. Once inside, he quickly made a small fire to warm himself and wrapped himself in his cloak.

He took out scraps of meat from his horse, which had collapsed and died during their journey. He ate a piece and stored the rest for later. Despite being inside the death catacombs, he hadn't ventured deep yet. He chose to rest just inside the entrance, near the fire.

Even with the warmth, he felt uneasy. The hallways gave him chills, sending shivers down his spine. He was alone in the catacombs.