Never Hit a Woman's Face

The tunnels stretched endlessly before Damien, their winding paths carved deep into the cavern walls.

The tunnel's air carried a faint, metallic scent that clung to his senses. Each step he took was careful, his eyes scanning the dimly lit corridor while his essence remained tightly controlled.

Damien had already encountered too many surprises in this place, and he wasn't about to let his guard down now.

As he pressed forward, another door came into view. Unlike the ones before, this one felt different—too deliberate in its placement, as if someone had specifically set it up as a barrier. Damien narrowed his eyes, instincts flaring as he came to a stop a few feet away.

He didn't approach immediately. Instead, he activated his essence sensory abilities, sending out the faintest ripple of detection through the air.