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.

clapped lightly, her laughter tinged with

any real fighting prowess among them,

and his strength was nearly restored. But he knew this woman's skills were superior to

Isle, his word was law, but here in

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

his attack

revealing needles that flew at Larry. He narrowly avoided them, rolling

hadn't expected to be

Mountain's disciple? Disappointing." she taunted

up another mouthful of blood in

she continued, "You aren't waiting for your precious

Nine Mystics

more to their abduction than what met the

she said, fanning herself

despair was setting in, a sound echoed

From the shadows emerged Vivienne and Percival, hand in

sneer waned at the sight of them together. "Oh? You two are a

eavesdropping might've mistaken them

retorted, thrusting her needles at the red-dressed enigma, who dodged with a

woman laughed softly. "Impolite as ever. I held you as a