Nabil and Athoi moved cautiously through the narrow, dimly lit corridors of the ancient pyramid.
The faint light that filtered in through the magical walls was barely enough to see by, casting eerie reflections across the stone surfaces. The walls shimmered with a faint golden glow, reflecting the sunlight from outside, but it only created a haunting, uneven illumination that left long shadows and made every step feel uncertain.
Athoi's armor was in broken, the once-sturdy plating now fractured and shattered from chest side creating a hole . Her chestplate had taken the brunt of the battle earlier, leaving portions of her torso exposed, though not as severely as before. Still, it made her vulnerable.
"You can use mine," Nabil offered, glancing at her from the corner of his eye as they navigated the twisting path. His own armor, though dented and scratched, was still intact enough to provide some protection.
