Inside a dark cave, Jian struggled for breath, his muscles aching as he heaved several massive rocks to seal the cave entrance. Beads of sweat rolled down his face, combining with the dust.
The air was heavy with a musty, earthy scent, heightening the sense of foreboding in the oppressive atmosphere.
He slumped to the ground and wiped his forehead with his sleeve, trying his best to calm his irregular breathing.
It hasn't even been an entire day since he entered the tomb with the others, but he already felt like he would die any second.
Bia was lying sprawled on the ground behind him, also gasping for breath in her huge phoenix form, somewhat dirtied by dust from the life-and-death situation she had just crossed. Jian's voice echoed in the air as he glanced at the phoenix.
"Bia... what did you tell Kyle?"
Jian knew Kyle had reached out to the phoenix a while back when he and the phoenix were surrounded by a horde of undead. Bia sneered.