Suddenly, the door and all the windows of the tavern slammed shut, plunging the room into darkness. The patrons disappeared, leaving the trio alone. A haunting melody began to play, twenty times stronger than the previous one. Dan and Minjun covered their ears, trying to block out the sound, but to no avail.
The melody had no effect on Wuxie. He stood firm, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. Suddenly, a mysterious gas began to fill the room, its thick, acrid scent stinging their eyes and throats. Dan and Minjun started to feel dizzy, their vision blurring.
"Stay close," Wuxie commanded, his voice steady. "Don't breathe too deeply."
Arrows shot out from hidden holes in the walls, their tips glinting in the dim light. Wuxie dodged them with ease, but one by one, Dan and Minjun succumbed to the gas, collapsing to the floor unconscious.