Traitor

As they moved back toward the tunnel's entrance, Aiden's gaze lingered on the markings etched into the walls. Some were faint and hard to distinguish, while others were sharp and detailed, almost as if they were guiding the way. It was clear now that this system wasn't some random construction.

It had been meticulously designed, and whoever had built it had left behind clues for those who knew how to read them.

"Look at these," Aiden murmured, running his fingers lightly over one of the markings. The lines swirled and intersected, like a map drawn in a language he didn't fully understand but could still sense some purpose in.

Sevan stepped closer, crouching down to get a better view.

"This looks like some sort of chart," he said, tracing one of the paths with his fingers. "But what's it supposed to mean? Some of these symbols don't even match each other. It's like there are multiple layers of meaning."