Francus and Grigor stood over the defeated Cerberus, their chests heaving with exertion. A mix of triumph and relief washed over them. The victory had been hard-fought, but the new weapons and armor provided by Aldred had undoubtedly tipped the scales in their favor. They shared a brief, knowing look – a silent acknowledgment of their growing prowess as warriors.
As they ventured deeper into the temple, their attention was drawn to a curious scene. A leather bag lay discarded on the dusty floor, surrounded by footprints, empty rounds, and broken pistols. The scene spoke of a recent struggle, a skirmish that had left its mark on the ancient walls in the form of scorch marks and bullets.
"Someone is here before us," Grigor said.