Kabru has no idea when he got separated from his party. Ghosts were circling them like a bright angry storm, and then suddenly he was alone.

Thank god I still have my gear... Kabru lets out a heavy breath and lights a torch. It's crude, but it lights enough of the stone corridors to grant him some confidence.

I wonder how the others are faring. I hope they didn't end up too far... But at least the spirits are gone.

He apprehensively chooses a direction and starts down the dimly lit hall, sword in hand.

Slowly, a dark shape makes itself apparent. The adventurer's steps stutter. His eyes wind up an impossibly long snakelike tail that transitions up into a human's top half.

Cold panic travels through him. A naga...?

Kabru holds his breath and takes a careful step back—all he can do is silently pray the monster hadn't sensed him.

Admittedly he had never encountered a naga before... are they all so beautiful...?