The group cautiously advanced along the deep, damp passage. A moldy, humid stench permeated the air—a scent reminiscent of accumulated decay over the ages that made one's stomach turn. The oil lamps hanging on the walls emitted a feeble glow, flickering uncertainly in the darkness and casting an increasingly eerie and terrifying shadow over their surroundings.
"Why does this place feel so creepy? It's terrifying," Shorty muttered in a trembling voice. Walking closely behind the others, the diminutive team member huddled into himself. His face was as pale as paper, his eyes filled with terror, and he gripped his Dharmic Instrument tightly as if it were his only straw to grasp at for survival.
Lifeng snorted. "Look at you, such a coward! With me here, what's there to be afraid of?" Carrying his giant axe on his shoulder, he strode ahead with a swagger. Broad-shouldered and powerfully built like a moving hill, Lifeng wore an expression of utter disdain across his rugged face, his eyes wide as copper bells.
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