With a muted creak, the wooden boards yielded to Cyrus's determination, revealing a hidden compartment beneath. The air, thick with the scent of aged wood and the lingering traces of their battle, seemed to hold its breath in anticipation.
Cyrus's pitch-black eyes widened as the hidden treasure came into view. The dim light gleamed off the metallic surfaces of ornate trinkets, glinting with an otherworldly allure. The symbols on the walls, now framed by the newfound discovery, took on an enigmatic quality as if they held the key to understanding the secrets concealed within the labyrinth.
Carefully, Cyrus reached into the hidden compartment, his hands gingerly exploring the concealed riches. The machete, once an instrument of destruction, now rested at his side as he unearthed the treasures hidden beneath the wooden facade.
