Rumble!
The grenade of death arced through the stale air, finding its way into a small, seemingly insignificant opening I had spotted after a frantic scan of the chamber.
It wasn't just a random crevice; it was the specific architectural notch where I had consistently found the black balls nestled in the previous heart chambers.
What did that mean? It meant this entire hall was nothing more than a hollow decoy. It was a sophisticated, biological trap laid by Bins the Curasee, and it appeared every elite warrior present had fallen for the ruse.
If I hadn't been hovering safely on my dragon, witnessing the eerie stillness of the "sleeping" army, I likely would have stepped right into the snare myself.
The mimicry was perfect. This hall was a mirror image of every heart location I had raided so far. Even the massive, pulsing organ in the centre of the room looked indistinguishable from a real heart. But the moment my grenade detonated, the illusion shattered.
