The air was thick with the stench of damp earth and unwashed bodies, the faint glow of torchlight casting long, jagged shadows across the cavern walls. You had slipped past the Orcs with a silence born of desperation, your heart pounding like a war drum in your chest. Adar’s presence loomed somewhere in the darkness, a shadow among shadows, but your focus was drawn to the man in chains. His figure was gaunt, his face hollowed by suffering, yet his eyes burned with a ferocity that made your breath catch.

As you stepped into his line of sight, his head snapped up, and his gaze locked onto yours. It was not the look of a man pleading for salvation, but of a predator sizing up its prey. His lips parted, revealing teeth that seemed too sharp, too eager. A shiver crawled down your spine, and your feet faltered. The chains rattled as he leaned forward, his voice a low, guttural growl. “Come closer,” he rasped, the words dripping with a hunger that was not for food.