Placeholder: [illustration by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird] Eliza nods grimly, moving to the door with the key ready. "Be prepared for anything when we open this," she warns, her fingers steady on the ancient iron. The tentacled horrors surge forward, their claws scraping against the stone walls. Markus grunts with effort, his muscles straining against the sealed door. "It's moving!" he shouts, the wood beginning to splinter. A wet, slithering sound fills the stairwell as more creatures emerge from the dar [illustration by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird] Eliza nods grimly, moving to the door with the key ready. "Be prepared for anything when we open this," she warns, her fingers steady on the ancient iron. The tentacled horrors surge forward, their claws scraping against the stone walls. Markus grunts with effort, his muscles straining against the sealed door. "It's moving!" he shouts, the wood beginning to splinter. A wet, slithering sound fills the stairwell as more creatures emerge from the dar

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[illustration by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird] Eliza nods grimly, moving to the door with the key ready. "Be prepared for anything when we open this," she warns, her fingers steady on the ancient iron. The tentacled horrors surge forward, their claws scraping against the stone walls. Markus grunts with effort, his muscles straining against the sealed door. "It's moving!" he shouts, the wood beginning to splinter. A wet, slithering sound fills the stairwell as more creatures emerge from the dar

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