|| Penelope ||
The air in the underground passage was thick, laden with the scent of damp stone and ancient parchment. A distant drip of water echoed through the winding corridors as we descended deeper into the forgotten depths of the palace. The further we went, the heavier the atmosphere became, as if the very walls whispered secrets long buried.
Torches flickered against the stone, their feeble glow casting eerie shadows that danced with every movement. Ancient Maya led the way, her robes gliding over the uneven floor, her fingers lightly tracing symbols carved into the walls — remnants of wards and spells left behind by those who once guarded this sacred place. Behind her, Richard and Lucian flanked me protectively, their senses sharpened, their movements tense. Isabella followed he
