The tunnel seemed endless.The deeper they walked, the colder the air became.Their footsteps echoed softly against the ancient stone walls.No one spoke.The tension was too heavy.Every sound felt important.Every shadow felt alive.Elyra stayed close to Zevarion.Close enough to feel his presence beside her.The narrow tunnel forced them to walk almost shoulder to shoulder.Neither complained.Neither moved away.Ahead of them, Damien's flashlight cut through the darkness.Victor followed behind, surprisingly quiet.Father Benedict looked more nervous with every step.And Zevarion's father remained focused on the path ahead.Almost as if he knew where it led.After several minutes, the tunnel began to widen.The walls changed.Ancient carvings appeared on the stone.Symbols covered the surface.Some were worn by time.Others remained perfectly visible.Elyra examined them carefully.Many looked similar to the symbol from the journal.The same circle.The same markings.The same mys
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