Mira cautiously stepped into the hidden bunker, her senses on high alert. The air inside was stale and heavy with the scent of decay and damp earth, the oppressive darkness illuminated only by the faint glow of bioluminescent moss. The walls were rough and uneven, as if they had been carved directly into the mountain by unskilled hands.
She pressed on, feeling an unseen presence observing her every move. The walls gradually became smoother, and the path sloped downward, indicating the bunker's deceptive complexity.
Suddenly, Mira encountered a fork in the path. She tried using her Soul Sense to detect Dominique's presence but was met with interference.
'What the hell? Why can't my Soul Sense penetrate these pathways?' Mira exclaimed inwardly.
She knew her soul was incredibly strong and was confident that there weren't many things in this world that could hide from her, but it seemed she was wrong.
