The chamber was silent, with only three of them left. Everyone else who had entered had perished, their bodies lying lifeless and scattered across the floor.
The once-proud group of humans, who had entered with hopes of glory, were the first to fall under the creature's brutal attack.
Spark had warned them, but they had not listened.
Now, all he could do was sigh and shake his head at the aftermath.
At the center of the room, the creature's body was undergoing a strange transformation.
Slowly, it was turning into a golden statue, the red rope still wrapped loosely around it, draining the last of its life force and immortality.
The creature no longer fought back; its once fearsome aura was completely gone.
Now, it stood frozen, locked in an eternal pose.
As the transformation finished, the red rope was undone and fell to the ground with a soft thud.
