Ava and Eli were venturing through the serpentine passages, they cautiously sidestepped the overgrown vines that hung perilously from the vaulted ceiling. The tunnel, which was a path to an underground bunker, now appeared to have been abandoned for years, with only the clutches of nature reclaiming its forgotten corners. The musty air was heavy with the scent of decay, and the echoing sound of their footsteps was the only indication that they were not completely alone in the stillness.
Ava and Eli tiptoed through the dark corridors of the bunker, listening intently for the sound of the NPC's footsteps. They hoped to make a quick purchase of the all-important mana potions and flee the dungeon before the third wave of the city siege began. The echoing footsteps grew louder, and the two adventurers picked up their pace, darting around corners and dodging obstacles as they pursued the source of the sound.
