Before him, the chamber's center opened up into five separate passages. Each passage was indistinguishable from the next, offering no clear indication of where they might lead. They were like dark maws waiting to swallow those who dared to enter.
The passages were identical in appearance, with the same obsidian walls and eerie crystal veins, all adorned with enigmatic runes that pulsed with a pale, ethereal light. This spectral illumination barely penetrated the oppressive darkness, making each passage appear as enigmatic as the next.
Cyrus had no map or compass to guide him, and he couldn't rely on the advice of others in this desolate realm. The silence of the dungeon was punctuated only by the faint echoes of his own breath, a reminder that he was truly alone in this place of unknown challenges.
