The corridors stretched endlessly before us, their stone walls adorned with faded murals depicting battles, sacrifices, and rituals. Each step echoed unnaturally, the sound swallowed by the oppressive silence of the Citadel. The flickering light of the divine blade cast eerie shadows, twisting the already grotesque carvings into something far more sinister. Ji Ho walked behind me, his claws sheathed but his posture tense, like a spring ready to snap.
"Are we even going the right way?" Ji Ho asked, breaking the silence.
I hesitated before answering. "Honestly? No idea. But the deeper we go, the more resistance we'll face, which means we're probably headed in the right direction."
"Great," Ji Ho muttered. "Nothing like wandering blind into a death trap to boost the old morale."