The air was thick and damp, carrying the metallic tang of stone and something far older, something forgotten. The dim light emanating from the walls of the passage barely illuminated the narrow path ahead. The group moved cautiously, their footsteps muffled by the soft, earthen floor.
Mia led the way, her hand trailing along the smooth, cool wall. The whispers in her mind were louder here, forming fragmented words that pulled her deeper into the tunnel.
"Mia, slow down," Zoe said, her voice sharp with concern.
"I can't," Mia replied, glancing back. "It's guiding me."
Zoe clenched her jaw, her knife glinting faintly in the low light. "If it leads you into a trap, it's not coming back with us."
Ruby raised a hand to silence them, her keen gaze fixed on a fork in the tunnel ahead. "Which way?"
Mia closed her eyes, letting the whispers flow through her. She pointed to the left. "This way."
