Enter the Den

They pressed on, sticking close to each other as the winding corridors of the Dragon’s Den seemed to stretch endlessly before them. The air grew heavier, thick with tension, and each footstep echoed louder than the last. Felix’s breath was shallow, his gaze darting from shadow to shadow, as if expecting an ambush at any moment.

David kept his eyes ahead, his senses stretched tight. He could feel the presence of the Nine Dragons, their influence still hanging in the air, their power woven into the very walls. He knew they weren’t alone, that the Den was designed to disorient, to lead people like them astray. The further they ventured, the more dangerous it became. Every turn, every door, could be a trap.

Clarissa, ever vigilant, scanned their surroundings. "We need to move quickly. The longer we stay, the more likely they’ll notice us."