Hendrix stepped into the giant chamber, his boots clicking against the smooth stone floor. The sound seemed to bounce in the silence, causing his every movement to feel amplified. He stopped just past the entrance, his sharp eyes scanning the room for any signs of life.
But there was no one.
"I could've sworn…" Hendrix muttered under his breath, narrowing his eyes. "I heard voices. Footsteps. Someone was here."
The room felt off—too quiet, too still. His instincts screamed at him that something was wrong. Hendrix advanced cautiously, his gaze sweeping over the chamber and settling on the stone platform that rose out of the water.
The treasure was still there.
Hendrix exhaled a sigh of relief and said in a low voice, "It seems I was just being too paranoid. This place—"
