The hidden pathway spiraled downward, its jagged metallic walls illuminated by the eerie glow of the glyphs that pulsed faintly along the floor. Zara led the team with her blade in one hand and a flashlight in the other. Every step echoed ominously, reverberating through the hollow structure.
"Do you hear that?" Andre whispered, his grip tightening on his rifle.
Zara nodded. A faint humming sound vibrated in the air, growing louder as they descended. It wasn’t just mechanical—it felt alive, resonating deep in their chests like a heartbeat.
Mia brushed her hand against one of the glyphs carved into the wall. "These symbols… they’re not just decoration. They’re some kind of language. Look how they respond to touch."
As her fingers grazed the glowing surface, the glyph shifted, briefly forming an intricate spiral before returning to its original state. Zara glanced back. "Don’t touch anything unless you’re sure it won’t blow us up."