The air was thick with a palpable sense of dread, as I took my first steps into the crumbling chamber. It had been weeks since I'd heard the whispers, the ones that beckoned me to join the Brotherhood of Blood. I had resisted at first, but the voices grew louder, more insistent, until I could no longer ignore their call.
The once-magnificent hall was now a shadow of its former glory, the walls adorned with tattered banners that seemed to weep blood. The flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows, and the scent of decay hung heavily in the air. The whispers grew louder as I ventured further into the darkness.