Hundred

As we emerged from the Pool of Renewal, hand in hand, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. We had done it. We had saved the city.

But as we looked at each other, I knew that our journey was far from over. The Guardian's words still echoed in my mind. "This is not the end."

Michael's eyes locked onto mine, and I saw the determination there. We would face whatever came next, together.

Sandra and Davidson approached us, their faces filled with relief. "We did it," Sandra said, her voice trembling.

Davidson nodded, his eyes shining with pride. "We make a good team."

I smiled, feeling a sense of camaraderie with my friends. We had faced the unknown together, and we had emerged victorious.

But as we turned to leave the Underworld, I felt a strange sensation. The air seemed to thicken, and the shadows deepened.

"What's happening?" Sandra asked, her voice laced with fear.

"I don't know," Michael replied, his eyes scanning the horizon.

And then, someone emerged from the shadows. Tall, imposi