Carefully, one by one, they skirted around the tile. But that was only the beginning.
The corridor seemed riddled with hidden dangers.
Spike traps cleverly hidden beneath dust, pressure plates that threatened collapsing ceilings, even a set of thin wires strung across like invisible webs that would trigger darts from the walls. Each time, it was either Chitterfang's nose or Duan's spirit sense that saved them from stumbling into disaster.
Fatty Kui grumbled louder with every step. "I knew it. The harder the road, the greater the reward! You'll see, at the end of this there'll be a whole chest of treasures waiting for us."
"That's wishful thinking," Wu Shuan muttered.
And sure enough, after what felt like nearly half an hour of careful maneuvering, they reached the end of the path. The corridor terminated abruptly in a flat wall of stone.
No altar. No glowing fruits. No treasure. Nothing but cold rock.
