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The air was thick with mist and smoke after the battle. The tomb keepers who had not fallen remained unmoving, attending to the silence that had just recently seemed to be creeping up and behind the adventurers' ears. The hall felt exhausting, as if the very essence of death itself had been pressured into a tight vessel thick with hot fog. The unnatural immobility of it all had already pushed the intruders towards the surface.