The group stood rooted in place, indecisive.
Approaching the ominous altar was akin to walking willingly into peril.
Yet, at this moment, it seemed they had no better alternatives.
Suddenly, a deep, murmurous chant emanated from the altar.
It sounded like an incomprehensible whisper, as if someone was rapidly murmuring right next to their ears. Their faces turned grave.
Daniel moved, his voice serene, "Let's go. It seems the master of the altar is beckoning us."
Brooks glanced over.
The altar appeared desolate, void of any presence.
Annoyed, he retorted, "What are you playing at? It's already creepy enough here. Can we not add to the dread with such comments?"
The group closely followed Daniel's lead.
Following the deep murmurs, Daniel swiftly entered the heart of the altar.
