Sahira led Arthur deeper into the labyrinthine tunnels, the flickering torchlight casting dancing shadows on the walls. Arthur's eyes scanned every detail, his mind absorbing the complexities of this underground haven. As they walked, Sahira spoke in a low, reverent tone.
"The items we take," she began, "are not just any items. Each one has a story, a significance. The people give them to us willingly, hoping that their sacrifices will contribute to our cause."
Arthur nodded, listening intently. They rounded a corner and entered a vast chamber, bustling with activity. Workers moved with purpose, crafting and assembling strange contraptions. At first glance, it appeared chaotic, but Arthur quickly recognized the method in the madness.
"Welcome to our workshop," Sahira said, gesturing proudly. "Here, we build our army."
