Lianna and Sylver moved cautiously through the ancient ruins, their every step echoing softly in the haunting stillness of Kaelen.
The labyrinthine passages unfolded before them, the soft glow of the same enchanted crystals casting elongated shadows on the weathered walls. The air was dense and cold. Lianna shivered, but she couldn't tell whether it was due to the low temperature or because she was scared.
Not scared for herself, of course. She had been sectioned off alongside the strongest person in the group. She wasn't too scared for Hazel, either. Hazel had intended to come here on her own and ended up in that very position. Surely, she could take care of herself.
No, she was dreading the possibility that Enverna and Mel would both get hurt.
Sylver led the way with calm grace while Lianna used {Through Enverna's Eyes} again. Her friends were still alright, which Lianna used as motivation to keep herself relaxed while she moved behind the sorceress.
