A Way To Cross
As the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the landscape, the portals from the Dungeon began to shimmer and crackle with energy.
One by one, the survivors who had ventured into the depths of the Dungeon emerged, their faces etched with weariness but also a newfound strength.
Martin as always, stood at the forefront, his eyes scanning the returning survivors. Despite the exhaustion etched on their features, there was a palpable aura of resilience and determination emanating from each of them, just like him.
They had entered the Dungeon and they returned transformed, imbued with a newfound power and confidence.
Danny and Seraphina, their bowstrings still humming with residual energy, exchanged a knowing glance as they stepped out of the portal.