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Chapter 18: The Threshold

The glowing figure hovered in the darkness, its shifting form flickering between light and shadow. The underground tunnel felt alive, the walls pulsing faintly as if the island itself was holding its breath.

Ribbitz adjusted his shades, took a slow pull from his cigar, and stepped forward.

“Aight, listen up,” he said, voice steady. “Ain’t got time for spooky theatrics. You called us here. Start talkin’.”

Gorr snorted, his torchlight casting jagged shadows across the carved faces lining the walls. “Yeah, before we start breakin’ things.”

The air shuddered. A low hum filled the tunnel, vibrating through the stone beneath their feet.

Then, the figure spoke.

“You stand on the threshold of the Forgotten Below. None who enter leave unchanged.”

Ribbitz flicked his cigar. “Yeah? And what’s that mean, exactly?”

The figure’s form solidified slightly, its outline growing sharper. It had no face, only shifting energy that crackled and pulsed.

“The island chooses who may pass. Prove yourselves, or be swallowed by the depths.”

Gorr cracked his knuckles. “So it’s like that, huh?”

The tunnel trembled. Symbols along the walls flared to life, glowing with ancient energy.

Then—the floor beneath them shifted.

Ribbitz barely had time to react before the ground cracked open, sending both of them plunging into the unknown.

What’s Next?

1️⃣ Brace for impact and assess the surroundings—where have they landed?

2️⃣ Prepare to fight—if this is a test, Ribbitz is ready to throw hands.

The Forgotten Below has claimed them. What happens next? ⬇️

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