The air felt thick with tension as the group continued their journey through the endless, darkened corridors. Emily could sense the unease in every step they took, the weight of the mysterious figure's warning hanging over them like a storm cloud ready to break. Each member of the group moved with a different kind of energy—some restless, others weary—but all of them were alert to the growing danger surrounding them. Emily's mind raced as she replayed the cryptic message. **"The shadows are closing in."** She knew they had little time, but what were the shadows? What exactly was coming for them?
Valen had fallen back, his eyes scanning the walls as if the shadows might spring to life at any moment. His unease was palpable, and it wasn't long before it bubbled to the surface in the form of doubt. "Emily," he called from behind, his voice sharp, "are we even sure you know where we're leading this group? We've been running for days without a clear plan."