But then they found an entrance, easy as pie, Ready to retrieve their phone, no need to be shy. But spiders attacked, a real underground fright, They fought them off, with all their might.
Once the spiders were gone, the phone was in hand, But a secret room below, something so grand. Full of rare items, a sight to behold, Who lived down there, a story untold.
The room was made of diamonds, a real treasure trove, The player finally understood, why someone would rove. But then they heard footsteps, a masked figure in sight, The player hid, ready to fight.
Armed and ready, they stepped outside, But the masked figure vanished, nowhere to abide. So they sought out the guards, told them the tale, To prove the truth, they took them to unveil.
The evidence was clear, the guards believed, And just in time, the masked figure was retrieved. The player was hailed, a hero so true, But back in their village, a new problem grew.
Their blacksmith shop, under attack, oh no, Who could be behind it, where did they go? The mystery deepens, the story’s not done, Stay tuned for more, in the next rhyme, it’ll be spun!
