The environment became darker and more humid, and the sound of their footsteps mixed with their breaths seemed to be engulfed by an invisible pressure.
Each step needed to be taken cautiously to avoid triggering concealed traps or disturbing the fragile seals.
They listened attentively, only hearing the continuous mysterious whispers and rhythm akin to the ticking of time interwoven into a melody, with sporadic strange resonance reverberating in their minds, almost causing them to lose self-control. But vigilance made them bite their tongues without distraction, maintaining focus and direction.
At this moment, the two maintained rigor and mutual cooperation: David used his magic staff to lead the way and stabilize the domain, while Amy continuously expanded the zero-degree shield to strengthen the protective barrier against the increasingly erratic spatial disruptions.
