Ash's heart pounded in his chest as he raced towards the source of the marching footsteps, his mind racing with possibilities. "Could it be another group of adventurers?" he wondered, his eyes scanning the darkness. "Or something even more dangerous?"
As he drew closer to the source of the sound, the footsteps became more distinct, the rhythm unmistakable. "It sounds like people," he realized, his grip tightening on his sword."
The source of the footsteps was now just around the corner, the rhythmic tramping echoing through the passageway. Ash slowed his pace, his footsteps falling silent as he inched closer.
The marching sound was now so close that he could feel the vibrations in the stone beneath his feet. Taking a deep breath, he rounded the corner, his sword poised for action.
Ash's eyes widened, as if his mind was struggling to process what he was seeing.
