Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
The sound echoed—deep, slow, and deliberate. It wasn't just footsteps. It was warning.
Aamir stood still, eyes fixed ahead. In front of him loomed a massive stone gate, carved with mysterious symbols from an ancient language. There was no door—just an open archway, but nothing passed through it. The jungle stretched endlessly beyond, yet something about it felt… sealed.
Far behind him, Master Vyuk stood silently, arms crossed. His voice came sharp and clear despite the distance:
"Aamir. That gate… is the exit. Defeat the beast, and it shall open."
Aamir nodded, calm and determined. "Then I'll defeat it."
But just then—
A wave of pressure washed over him like a collapsing ocean.
His breath hitched.
"What… the hell is this…?" he muttered, shivers racing up his spine. His entire body felt heavy—like the dungeon itself had turned against him.
Goosebumps.
Real ones.
