THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return.

CHAPTER 57: Shadows of despair

As Ethan and his companions ventured deeper into the temple's inner sanctum, they found themselves engulfed in darkness—a darkness so thick and suffocating that it seemed to press down upon them like a weight.

Their torches flickered weakly, casting long shadows that danced along the walls, their movements eerie and unpredictable. The air was thick with the scent of decay, a foul stench that seemed to seep into their very bones.

With each step, their hearts grew heavier, weighed down by the oppressive atmosphere that surrounded them. Fear gnawed at the edges of their minds, threatening to consume them whole.

Suddenly, a sound echoed through the darkness—a sound like the distant wail of a lost soul, its mournful cry sending shivers down their spines. They froze, their senses on high alert as they strained to pierce the veil of shadows that lay before them.

And then, from the darkness emerged a figure—a figure clad in tattered robes, their face hidden beneath a veil of shadows. Their ey