The labyrinthine halls twisted around them, each step leading them deeper into the heart of the Silent Fortress. Shadows danced along the walls, cast by the flickering light of torches held in sconces. The walls whispered, as if the fortress itself was alive, carrying the echoes of battles long past. Every so often, faint spectral shapes appeared, flickering like embers before vanishing back into the darkness.
With each corridor they traversed, the weight of ancient magic pressed down on them, challenging their resolve. Canila led the way, clutching the Orb of Ancients in his hand. The sphere pulsed faintly, casting an ethereal glow around them.
"Keep your guard up," Canila warned, his voice low. "We're drawing closer to something... something powerful."
