Sorry to Keep You Waiting

As they ventured into the mysterious dome, a sense of intrigue engulfed them. The narrow path extended before them, beckoning their steps. Each stride amplified the anticipation that filled the assassins' hearts. Their fearless demeanor remained unshaken, fixated solely on the path ahead, where a radiant light pierced through the darkness.

In this hushed sanctuary, every footfall resonated with amplified intensity, their hidden weapons occasionally clashing, a discordant symphony of danger. Clad in obsidian-hued attire, their forms melded seamlessly into the shadowy depths of the passageway.