Freya and Overlord traversed the underground labyrinth with deliberate calmness, their footsteps echoing softly off the damp stone walls. The air was thick with humidity, tinged by the acrid smell of decay and the lingering odor of spilled blood. Their eyes continuously scanned every corner and crevice, alert for any hidden threats.
Occasionally, their gazes sharpened simultaneously, and in a flash, they vanished into shadows, only to reappear moments later. In the interim, distant, agonized shrieks reverberated through the tunnels, marking the abrupt end of another Outcasted creature.
