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Erik was well aware that they were in a very precarious situation and that the difficulties they were about to encounter would be enormous.

However, he felt a surge of courage when Samuel was by his side, and the determination of their mission gave him fuel to keep going. It was a nightmare that he would have to face, not by himself this time but with friends by his side.

They had a goal to work toward and a place to recover, and he was prepared to fight for them both.

"Here we are," Erik murmured, his voice echoing slightly in the tunnel\'s opening. The dark abyss in front of them felt less menacing now. "It certainly feels different this time," he said.

A faint smile tugged at the old man\'s lips, "We\'re going to be fine." He sensed the young man\'s anxiousness.

One by one, the group of ten men stepped into the gaping mouth of the tunnel. The shadows swallowed them; their faces turned grim under the torchlight. The tunnel, broad and extending into the bowels of the earth, enveloped them, wrapping them in its subterranean chill. A musty scent hung in the air, a testament to years of undisturbed silence.

Their pounding feet reverberated throughout the vast passageway, creating a rhythmic drumming quickly obliterated by the deafening lack of sound. The echo ricocheted off the uneven walls, creating a peculiar cacophony that was the product of all their motions working together.

The sounds were crisp and distinct, the only audible noise in the vast stillness demonstrating how far they had traveled into the unknown.

The shadows cast by their torches against the rocky walls of the tunnel were eerie to look at as the light from their torches flickered.

The light was dancing in such a way that it gave the impression that the sharp edges of the rocks were swaying and moving.

This optical illusion brought the otherwise still tunnel an unsettling and lively quality. It seemed as if the rock was keeping an eye on them, with the shadows deep within the stone appearing vigilant and on guard.

Their actions were deliberate and methodical as they made their way more deeply into the tunnel system below the surface. Each man had a keen awareness of the others, and their shared purpose served to bind them together despite the precarious nature of the situation. They proceeded deeper into the darkness with their eyes fixed forward and their torches held high.

The thin ray of light cast by their torches appeared to flicker and then disappear into the gaping gloom of the passageway. The air was thick with wariness, and the shadows grew darker and curled around the periphery of their field of vision as they did so.

"We need to be quiet," Erik reminded them, his voice a mere whisper in the chilly, damp air. "The Acidspitter Arthropods are sensitive to sound. If we disturb them, they will rush to the cave entrance, and we want to avoid that at all costs."

The only thing that broke the silence was the occasional drop of water that fell from the jagged rock ceiling high above. Heads nodded in agreement. The group moved forward, but their footsteps were muffled unnaturally as they cautiously made their way through the dimly lit tunnel.

Erik, who was in charge of leading the way inside, proceeded with extreme caution while his ears strained to pick up any sounds that might indicate the presence of Acidspitter Arthropods. The others did the same thing, and their facial expressions remained grim and intent as they vigilantly watched their footing and attempted to take the lightest possible steps.

As they progressed further into the tunnel, the world beyond appeared to recede further and further into the distance, and an eerie silence began to envelop them like a shroud. The sound of their steps reverberated all around them, creating an eerie melody that accompanied them on their journey into the unknown.

They felt as though anxiety was adhering to them like a second skin, and the air seemed to pulsate with palpable tension.

However, they persisted despite the difficulty of the task at hand, which drove them further into the heart of the underground city.

They were determined to get where they were going, and each step they took reflected their shared resolve, despite the possibility of being ambushed by thaids.

After what seemed like an endless trek of half an hour, their destination, the entrance to the underground city, finally materialized in front of them. The dreary and rocky walls of the tunnel were replaced with a dazzling display of light over time.

The Aclaitrium ore began to emerge from the walls and softly glow, casting an ethereal light that danced on the rock\'s surface and bathed the tunnel in an otherworldly luminescence.

As the spectral light became brighter, the silhouette of a door emerged from the darkness. It was a gate made of metal that held the promise of allowing passage into the mysteries of the past. The group stopped before it, their torches becoming unnecessary due to the brilliant radiance emanating from the ore. A solemn silence descended on the atmosphere.

The scars on the metal door drew Erik\'s attention, and he stared at them. Discernible were the cuts, which were deep and jagged, serving as an unsettling reminder of the beast that had forced him into this very tunnel precisely one month prior.

The memory of the terrifying experience resurfaced, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. As he acknowledged the reality of what lay beyond the door—the ancient city and the horrors that awaited them all—he felt a violent pounding in his chest, and his heart beat loudly in his chest.

Erik pointed out the scars on the door to Samuel and Ethan, his voice barely above a whisper. "Those... those were made by the humanoid thaid," he said. His eyes traced the gashes, each a grim reminder of his encounter with the monster lurking within the depths of the underground city.

Samuel studied the scars etched into the door\'s surface, the metallic grooves looking hauntingly out of place on the otherwise smooth expanse of the door. "By the heavens," he muttered, an edge of disbelief creeping into his voice. "This thing must be massive."

His eyes roved over the ragged cuts in the metal, each a tangible testament to the creature\'s strength and ferocity. The damage seemed impossible, yet here it was, a brutal artwork of destruction wrought by a creature that was equally, if not more, terrifying.

"Look at these," Samuel said, his fingers tracing the jagged edges of the deepest gash. "This is no ordinary Thaid we\'re dealing with."