In dark winding passages, silence weighed heavily, broken only by the measured footsteps of the man leading the group.
His impeccable suit contrasted with the macabre horror strewn across the corridors. At every turn, mutilated bodies were on display, some hanging from the walls, others lying haphazardly on the floor. Once splendid paintings were now shattered, decorations reduced to tatters, while blood formed nightmarish rivers.
Yet, the man did not waver from his path, and his guards, faithful in his wake, followed without flinching. Despite this vision of horror, the man remained steadfast, his impassive face betraying no emotion.
Arriving at a crossroads, the man stopped, raising his hand to halt his men, his eyes scanning each passage attentively.
