We made a wrong turn. That is the only explanation. In our haste to flee, we have stumbled into an unexplored area of this endlessly intricate complex. But our misfortune has also come with a strange, if disturbing, turn of luck.

The creatures that assailed us have stopped at the transom, hissing and burbling, but not crossing the threshold, as if some eldritch force keeps them at bay. This is cause for concern, for what power have we stumbled into that would cow such fiendish abominations?

Our known path of return barred, we had no choice but to explore onward and hope to chance upon some remembered junction or discover a previously unknown means of egress.

Therefore on we went, slogging through the chambers, chilled to our marrow with the dread surrounding us. So long had it been since we had seen natural light or experienced hope, despair became as much an enemy as the creatures thirsting for our souls.