The afternoon was slipping into evening, and the sky had shifted to a warm hue of golden orange.
Shadows lengthened as the sun dipped lower, casting a serene yet eerie glow across the landscape.
Talon and his team had ventured deep into the cave, their footsteps echoing off the damp stone walls as they pressed forward.
They paused upon encountering a fork in the cave, carefully observing both paths before deciding which one to take.
"I didn't expect this cave to have branches," Noah remarked, his voice laced with surprise.
"We need to choose our path carefully," Talon advised, his tone steady and commanding.
"There are two branches here," John observed, studying both directions. "What if we split up to cover more ground?"
