In the wide tunnel, lit by glowing stones fixed into the walls, a group of barbarians charged ahead, their eyes shining with greed and excitement.
Their muscles bulged as they ran, the light from the stones reflecting off their rough skin like ripples on water.
"Boss, should we grab some of these stones? Everyone else is already taking them," asked one of the younger barbarians, his eyes glued to the glowing gems, their brightness making his gaze even wider.
"Fool!" snapped the leader at the front, his voice sharp and impatient. "These are just scraps! This is an intermediate ruin for sure. If we go deeper, we'll find real treasure—stuff you can't even imagine. Don't waste time on this junk!"
Behind them, they could hear the other groups in the ruins, pulling glowing gems from the walls and ceilings, their greedy laughter echoing through the tunnel.
