Following the guidance of the bee and driven by an instinctual pull, they ventured through the narrow passage, their hearts racing with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.
The chamber they entered exuded an air of forgotten antiquity. Dust-coated relics adorned the cracked walls, and the room bore the weight of ages, with an ambiance steeped in the echoes of history.
As their eyes adjusted to the dim light filtering through broken windows, they saw Master Hong at the far end, bound with ropes. Ego, Adam, and Lysandar rushed forward to free him, their concern mounting with each step.
However, just as they neared Master Hong, three figures materialized, descending from above. Clad in obsidian clothing, they brandished swords, poised for combat.
