C64 Resentment and Baleful Qi

As Zhang Yu advanced through the tunnel, he noticed an increasing number of branching paths, creating a labyrinth that could easily disorient anyone.

At each fork, when Zhang Yu struggled to choose a direction, a peculiar sound would echo in his ears, suggesting unseen eyes were watching and guiding him toward the sound's origin.

Deeper in, a gray-white mist materialized, seemingly sentient