The stone door of the ancient ruins creaked open at the touch of the mysterious figure’s fingertips. A dull, grinding sound, like a whisper from the distant past, echoed through the vast, hollow space. Lu Chen and Huo Yao followed close behind as they stepped inside. The interior was dim, and the air was thick with the scent of dampness and decay. Ancient runes carved into the walls emitted a faint, pulsing light.
"It feels... so oppressive here," Huo Yao whispered. She instinctively tightened her grip on her weapon, a strange sense of unease rising within her.
"Stay close," the mysterious figure said without looking back, continuing to lead the way.
Chapter 422