Daolin holding Weiying's hand, descended into the darkness of the ancient tomb, their torches casting flickering shadows on the damp walls. The air was thick with the scent of decaying earth. As they advanced cautiously into the depths, they couldn't help but marvel at the intricate carvings adorning their surroundings.
As they navigated through the maze of underground corridors, they entered a chamber that surpassed any other in the tomb. Skulls of unknown beings lined the walls, creating an uncanny display of the tomb's past victims. Daolin's heart raced
"Look Daolin" Weiying said, her voice filled with a mixture of excitement and dread.
At the far end of the room, they discovered another door flanked by two imposing statues. The statues depicted warriors clad in armor that seemed to be forged from the same dark stone as the tomb. Each warrior held a wickedly sharp sword, ready for battle.
