Impending Doom

Baldur pressed forward, his determined steps resolute despite the urgency that coursed through his veins. The tablet clenched tightly in his grasp, guiding him through the labyrinthine corridors. His pace remained unwavering, a calculated balance between swiftness and caution, as he closed in on Ben and Jabal's position.

Amidst crackling static, Ben's voice pierced through the receiver, shrouded in apprehension and fear. "Guys… There's something here."

The ominous growls resonating in the background intensified Baldur's sense of urgency. Without hesitation, he unleashed the full force of his athleticism, propelling himself into a sprint. Each thunderous stride left deep fissures in the earth, a testament to his speed and determination as he rapidly phased into the distance, leaving nothing but a blur in his wake.

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"Guys… there's something here," Ben managed to convey, his voice barely rising above a whisper, betraying his struggle to maintain composure. The surrounding space crackl
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