The adventurers, their faces flushed with triumph, stepped through the massive doors, the cool air of the corridor beyond a welcome reprieve from the heat of battle.
Ash, his sword sheathed, walked with a swagger, his head held high. 'Who would've thought that I'd make such a great leader?' he thought to himself, a smirk playing on his lips.
The others, their faces glowing with pride, walked with their shoulders back, their weapons hanging loosely in their hands.
The group traversed a long, winding passageway, their footsteps echoing in the quiet stillness of the dungeon.
The walls were made of rough-hewn stone, the air filled with the damp, earthy scent of underground passages.
As they progressed deeper into the labyrinth, they noticed that the architecture was changing, the curves and lines of the passageways becoming more intricate.
