As Dawn, with the resolve of one who has faced darkness before, stepped boldly towards the formidable gates, knives drawn, a palpable tension hung in the air.
The gates, immense and foreboding, stood as silent sentinels to untold horrors beneath. Yet, in a moment that seemed to defy reality itself, the gates creaked open of their own volition, as if awakened by the proximity of these determined souls.
This unexpected development cast a ripple of unease among the group. Eyes met in silent question, the weight of their task momentarily overshadowed by this eerie welcome.
"It would seem like we have been invited," Agape remarked, a note of wariness in his voice, yet he couldn't mask the undertone of challenge that the situation presented.
