The Million-Dollar Heart

Larry grunted in agreement.

Huxley, hearing the affirmation, let out a sigh of relief and gripped Carl's sleeve tighter, his gaze dropping as he lost himself in thought.

The group trekked on, the passage of time lost to them until a faint glimmer of light hinted at the end of their subterranean journey. "Thank God," Huxley exclaimed, spotting the brightness ahead. "Looks like we're finally going to see the light of day!"

The oppressive darkness of the mine shafts had been nearly suffocating, and the promise of escape was a balm to his weary spirit. Larry, however, squinted at the light suspiciously, his instincts on high alert. Things were never this easy.

If an exit was so conveniently placed, what was the point of dragging them down here in the first place?

His steps became cautious as he whispered a warning to the others, "Stay sharp. Something's fishy up ahead."

They continued, the light growing stronger, beckoning them forward despite the potential danger.

Emerging from the stifling confines of the mine, they found themselves in a surprisingly large clearing.

"Did we actually make it out?" Carl muttered, disbelief etched across his face.

Larry's brow furrowed tighter. He was half-expecting an ambush.

Free from the claustrophobic tunnels, Huxley took a deep breath, allowing himself a momentary sense of relief. The last thing he wanted was to revisit the horrors of the mine. Although Larry and Carl were with him, that was still a terrifying experience.

"Tsk." Just then, as if on cue, a woman adorned with a golden half-mask appeared, her form draped in a striking red dress that hugged her curves like a second skin. She oozed an air of mystery and grace.

With her hands on her hips and a silver fan in her grasp, she had the poise of a seasoned actress on stage, though how long she had been there was anyone's guess.

gaze swept over the trio, and with a flick of her fan, she clapped lightly, her laughter tinged with a hint of praise.

real fighting prowess among

superior to his own; her mere presence, undetected

Isle, his word was law, but here in M

beneath her mask, curved into a mocking smile. "You're

anticipated his attack with eerie

flew at Larry. He narrowly avoided them, rolling away, dust-clad and

hadn't expected to

Mountain's disciple? Disappointing." she

up another mouthful of blood in

aren't waiting for your

the Nine Mystics Society unsettled Larry. Why let

more to their abduction than what met

have cleaned them up nicely," she said, fanning

setting in, a

shadows emerged Vivienne and Percival, hand in hand, their

of them together. "Oh? You two are

eavesdropping might've mistaken

your concern," Vivienne retorted, thrusting her needles at the red-dressed

softly. "Impolite as ever. I held you as a child,