The hall ahead split into three separate tunnels, each marked by ancient runic engravings that shimmered faintly in the dim light. Armory. Workshop. Vault. The words alone carried weight—each path promising treasures, or perhaps, death.
The magus halted, wary of what lay ahead.
"Could these paths lead to more traps?" Poseidon muttered.
Dravic's eyes gleamed with greed, though he forced himself to remain cautious. He turned toward his formation master. The man bowed slightly and said, "I believe we have already stopped the tomb's main guardians, but… it would be wise to remain alert."
Julian folded his arms, thinking for a moment before speaking. "Then we stay together and explore each path one by one. It's the safest option."
His tone was reasonable, but Dravic let out a derisive snort. "And waste time crawling through this place?" His voice carried a sneer. "There must be countless treasures ahead. I won't spend days here for your caution."
