As Luna held the lantern ahead, the wavering light revealed an intricate maze of tunnels burrowing deep into the heart of the cavern. Some pathways abruptly ceased, leaving blind alleys in their wake. The walls bore the marks of time, with mushrooms sprouting from crevices like ancient sentinels. The farther they ventured, the more treacherous the floor became—uneven and riddled with potential pitfalls that seemed eager to twist an ankle or consume an unwary traveler.
With Jon's cold presence shadowing her every step, Luna moved with deliberate care, all too aware of the precarious nature of their path. The damp fabric of her shirt clung to her frame, offering no reprieve from the chill. She raised the lantern higher, causing the shadows to dance eerily upon the looming boulders, each play of light sending her heart into a frantic rhythm. She felt it pound against her ribcage, its rapid beats resonating with her escalating fear.
