As they ventured deeper, a sense of both anticipation and unease settled over the group. Each relic they acquired magnified William's power, and each chamber they conquered only heightened the stakes. They had six relics remaining to find—and from the escalating difficulty of each guardian, they knew they'd only face greater challenges from here on out.
They crossed into the next corridor, dimly lit by spectral flames flickering along the walls. The passage twisted and turned, the air growing thick with a strange, metallic scent. Emily paused, sensing something off in the air.
"Do you feel that?" she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. "It's like… there's something here watching us. The very walls here feel… alive."
Ryan adjusted his spectacles, squinting at the walls. "This place is no ordinary ruin. The further we go, the more it feels like these chambers were designed to test us, to challenge our abilities and resolve."
