The team entered the island's interior, their candles throwing unsettling shadows on the rocky walls. As the temperature dropped, the sound of trickling water resonated through the cramped hallways.
The group came upon a number of traps intended to safeguard the treasures within as they descended farther. Their nimbleness and cunning were put to the test by swinging blades, shaky flooring, and dart-firing devices. Ethan used his knowledge to lead them, narrowly missing each dangerous barrier.
They arrived at a vast hall that was brimming with antique relics, diamonds, and riches that sparkled. Their jaws dropped as they saw the wealth of the Lost Isle lying before them. Ethan was drawn in by more than just the wealth, though; a pedestal in the middle contained a shimmering crystal that was a remnant of great power.
A threatening figure appeared from the shadows before Ethan could grab for it. It was Captain Sebastian Blackwood, a rival adventurer, with his band of ruthless pirates.
With his eyes glued to the crystal, Blackwood scowled, "So, we meet again, Hartley." I anticipated that your desire for riches would bring you to me.
As Ethan approached his longtime foe, his grip on his blade became tighter. The destiny of the wealth on the Lost Isle was about to be decided in a struggle of power and determination.