With the danger gone and the creepy silence returning, the walls of the chamber rumbled softly, and with a grinding groan, a hidden passage slowly opened behind the broken worm nest, revealing a clean, winding hallway made of smooth black stone.
A faint crimson glow lit the path like torches of liquid ruby, and for the first time in hours, the air actually felt truly breathable.
Creed, Tierra, and Lilith exchanged glances—no words were needed. They walked forward with a casual confidence, the way elite squads walk after defeating a boss monster without breaking a sweat.
As they moved through the twisting corridor, Tierra began to chatter—her voice a playful mix of irritation and pride.
"So, while you were out there sleeping like a stone statue, guess who was holding the line? That's right—us! Your lovely, battle-worn women!"
