Jack stood at the edge of a vast, dark canyon that seemed to stretch endlessly in both directions.
Its depths were obscured by an ominous black mist that churned and shifted like a living entity. The wind howled through the ravine, carrying with it an unsettling, otherworldly wail.
Behind him, the rest of his party caught up, their breaths labored from the relentless sprint through the desolate landscape.
"This is it," Jack said, his voice steady but edged with tension.
"This is where the first clue should be. At least we made it this far."
Alisha, standing a few steps behind him, leaned on her knees, panting heavily. Her black hair clung to her sweat-drenched face, and she shot a frustrated glance at the glowing map in her hand.
"It was far," she said, her voice laced with exasperation.
