Couple of hours ago,
Ceti was on her knees, her scarlet hair tied up in a ponytail, as she meticulously collected the glowing dark violet Resonance Crystals.
Their light barely illuminated the vast cavern around them, bouncing off the cavern walls, making shadows dance in an unsettling choreography.
Meanwhile, Asher stood nearby, a rare frown etching lines onto his otherwise flawless face. He rummaged through his spatial bag, his long silver-white hair slipping over his shoulder, creating a striking contrast against his gray skin, "We're nearly out," he said softly.
Without Merina, they couldn't cook any food nor forge or concoct anything without Isola to harvest the materials for them.
