In the suffocating darkness of the underground, where the light had long since fled, only the eerie glow of Fynn's yellow-red eyes cut through the obscurity. He limped steadily, following a narrow path, his body taut with tension. The wind, cold and biting, tugged at his brown hair, which appeared almost black in the darkness, and swept it into disarray. His eyes shimmered, reflecting the dim light, as he moved forward with a focused determination. His body was more tense than ever, pupils fixed on the abyss before him.
‘Where in the gods' names am I?’ Fynn wondered, his thoughts growing restless. The eye within him caused him to sigh once more.
‘Error. This area is unexplored. No data exists on such a narrow passage within an underground labyrinth that would lead to a temple.’