Kyle narrowed his eyes, scanning the surroundings with the sharp instincts of a veteran hunter. It didn't take long to spot it a narrow, straight path winding forward through the forest, cutting through the dense undergrowth like a scar.
At the end of that path, looming like a yawning maw, was a massive cave.
It was wide enough to swallow a small village whole, its entrance framed by jagged rocks like teeth. From the dark depths of the cavern, an oppressive chill seemed to seep out into the forest.
The message was clear.
The dungeon's true beginning awaited them inside.
And the first challenge... would start here.
Without wasting time, the Peerless Guild moved forward in formation, their weapons drawn, senses sharpened. Shadow Clan followed behind them at a cautious distance, their black armor blending into the shadows cast by the trees.
Tyrone Gardon, ever the showman, narrated in a low voice for his audience.
