Anthony descended gracefully, landing soundlessly before the open doors.
Without uttering a word, he began his steady descent down the spiraling staircase, his movements deliberate and composed.
His teammates, equally silent, followed close behind, their senses sharpened to the utmost.
The mere existence of a passageway did not guarantee safe passage, and each of them knew better than to lower their guard.
Step by cautious step, Anthony advanced, his blue eyes gleaming with vigilance.
He meticulously scanned the surroundings,searching for hidden compartments, concealed traps, or anything that might betray an unseen threat.
Yet despite his scrutiny, neither his sight nor his heightened senses detected the slightest disturbance.
The staircase appeared deceptively ordinary, an endless spiral of smooth stone, immaculate and untouched by even a speck of dust, as if some unseen hand tended to it daily.
Anthony remained silent, his steps measured and steady.
