Moving past the stench-layered corpse of the wingless dragon-like creature, they discovered the final corridor sitting behind the caveragon, sitting at an angle that was a slope downwards rather than a direct walkway. The fresh memory of the mysterious text lingered in her mind, engraving in her a primal anxiety that tugged at her blinking courage.
"Brahmi…"
"What is it?"
They spoke in a whisper to each other as they entered the pitch black passageway, not even the sound of dripping water made itself audible.
"Whatever this thing is...it probably isn't on our list. So promise me...if things get bad, we need to prioritize escaping."
"--"
"Promise me."
It was rare to experience Iris' assertive side, but when it came out, out of both respect and reason, Brahmi felt no other choice but to comply.
The real trouble that rested on Iris' mind was the fact she tried her best to hide from her companion--she was utterly exhausted, her mana was running on fumes by this point.
