As the atmosphere thickened with an oppressive weight, a whispering voice seemed to emanate from the very stones themselves, uttering blasphemous incantations in a language not meant for human tongues. The voice grew louder, a cacophony of maddening chants that swirled around the chamber, pulling at the edges of sanity.
Then, from the darkness beyond the altar, a pair of glowing, inhuman eyes flickered to life, staring into the soul with a cold, malevolent intelligence. The ground trembled as the air was filled with a bone-chilling howl, a sound that seemed to come from the very bowels of the earth, heralding the awakening of the ancient, eldritch horror that time had mercifully forgotten.