Victor and Evelyn ventured deeper into the Labyrinth, the air growing colder and the shadows darker. The stone walls, slick with damp, seemed to close in around them as they moved silently, their breaths visible in the chill.
Victor led the way, his sword drawn and eyes alert. Evelyn stayed close behind, her daggers ready. The Labyrinth was a maze of twisting passages and hidden dangers, and they had to navigate it with precision.
Suddenly, distant groans echoed through the hall, the sound of undead creatures shuffling toward them. Victor and Evelyn exchanged a glance, both knowing what was coming.
From the darkness emerged a group of undead. Skeletons with hollow eye sockets and rotting zombies with gaping mouths. Their movements were slow, but their numbers were overwhelming.
