Ritual Begins!

Harry advanced steadily, cutting through the obstacles in their path with precision and ease. His sword flashed through the dimly lit corridors of the Dungeon, clearing debris and dispatching the occasional threat. Behind him, Henry meandered, his pace unhurried as his focus shifted between the intricate carvings etched into the walls. His eyes gleamed with curiosity as he studied the ancient texts, pausing every so often to make rubbings and carefully note their details.

"This script," Henry murmured, running his fingers over the aged stonework, "is remarkably complex. If I can decipher it, it could revolutionize our understanding of ancient combat training techniques." His voice brimmed with excitement, the scholar in him fully captivated by the Dungeon' secrets. "This could hold the key to fighting methods lost to time. Just imagine the value of this knowledge!"