Story 472: The Endless Corridor

The team advanced down the narrow corridor, its brick walls illuminated by faint, flickering lights. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and lingering tension. Each step echoed ominously, bouncing back as if the corridor itself were alive, amplifying their every move.

“Why would anyone build this so deep underground?” Viper muttered, her voice tinged with unease.

“This isn’t just a passage,” Ghost responded, his gaze scanning the walls. “It’s a message. Someone wants us here—wants us to feel trapped.”

Bulwark grunted, his massive frame brushing against the walls as he trudged forward. “If they wanted us to feel trapped, they’re doing a great job.”

“Stay focused,” Rook commanded, his tone cutting through the tension like a blade. “Shadow, keep an eye out for any markings. Ghost, check for traps. We can’t afford surprises.”