While the flames rose behind them, Morpho moved ahead alone, slipping across the river and into the cave beyond. Inside, the passage appeared abandoned—no guards, no torchlight, no signs of recent life. Yet something felt wrong. The stone bore marks of recent disturbance, and deeper within, Morpho heard it: muffled screaming, cut short, followed by the unmistakable sound of something heavy being dragged across the rock. Whatever once occupied the cave was gone… but it clearly had not left peacefully.