Elias moved through the oppressive darkness, his senses on high alert as he relied on the faint glow of the system to guide him.
The stone walls of the corridor seemed to press in on him, cold and unyielding, amplifying the weight of his isolation. Each step he took felt like a gamble, his boots brushing against uneven stone as he searched for a way out.
His hope dwindled when he reached a dead end. A solid, featureless wall loomed before him, mocking his efforts to escape. For a moment, panic clawed at his chest.
"Is this it?" Elias muttered under his breath, his fingers brushing the rough surface of the wall.
[Don't give up yet.There's something strange about this wall. Try looking for an opening—there's a strong magical energy beyond it.]
