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Jamal’s POV

The lair's entrance shimmered once again as we prepared to depart. I armed with newfound knowledge and determination, stepped into the unknown depths of the sewer. The staff, a beacon to his lost self, awaited in the shadows, ready to unveil secrets that transcended the ordinary realms.

Descending into the dark underbelly of the city, I entered the sewer system. The stench was overwhelming, and the flickering light from my torch created eerie shadows that danced along the walls. Water dripped from the ceiling, creating a disconcerting rhythm that echoed through the tunnels.

The sewers were a maze, and I navigated through the dimly lit passages, my senses on high alert. As I ventured deeper, the silence was shattered by the scurrying sounds of movement. I tightened my grip on the torch, the flames flickering as if in anticipation of the impending challenge.

The sewers, a realm seldom traversed by the human world, unfurled a tapestry of eerie sounds and dimly lit passages