The descent into the pit was like plunging into the gullet of a dead god. The darkness was absolute, a thick, suffocating void that seemed to swallow the very concept of light.
I couldn't even see my own warriors flanking me, but the rhythmic, heavy flapping of draconic wings echoed off the damp, organic walls, providing a grim reassurance. I wasn't alone in the dark.
"Open fire!" I commanded, my voice echoing sharply.
The darkness didn't stand a chance. The dragons unleashed their elemental fury, their breaths igniting the air and bathing the cavern in a harsh, flickering radiance. As the shadows retreated, I finally saw it—the prize I had come for.
Nestled at the base of the cavern was a pulsating mound of flesh, a small hill that shuddered with a deep, rhythmic vibration. It was a beating heart, wet with ichor and grotesque in its vitality.
