The tension in the air was thick as the group huddled in the dimly lit entrance, their breaths shallow and anxious. MK let out a sigh of relief, his back sliding down the cold, rough surface as he whispered, "Oh thank the Supremes, he wasn't looking at us."
Silon, still on edge, leaned in close to MK and whispered, "Let's just learn to keep quiet for some moments, please." His voice barely rose above a breath, filled with a sense of urgency.
Pentaro, ever vigilant, suddenly spoke up, his tone uneasy, "The colors are now disappearing." MK's curiosity piqued, and he stood up to take another peek. What Pentaro had said was true. The vibrant hues that had surrounded them, along with the bizarre creatures and the enigmatic being in their midst, were fading away.
"They're gone," MK exclaimed in surprise, disbelief etched across his face.
D3, inquisitive as ever, asked, "Can you see where they went to?"
