The Hidden Laboratory

The frigid wind howled through the ruins, scattering dust across the remnants of a half-buried doorway, its stones etched with glyphs that glowed faintly beneath layers of moss. Biodun instinctively tightened his cloak, though he knew it was the weight of anticipation that made him pull it close. This wasn’t just any mission—it was a step into something primordial, a place alive with history.

“This is it,” he whispered, staring at the entrance, his voice swallowed by the desolate quiet. “The coordinates lead here. Some kind of hidden lab, based on the intel.”

Bose moved forward, her fingertips grazing the symbols carved into the stone. “This place feels... different. Like the energy has been waiting.”

Tunde looked up at the massive doorway, eyes narrowed. “Hidden lab or ancient dungeon? Feels like a trap waiting to snap shut.”