The dungeon's eerie luminescence continued to pulse around them as they walked, casting shifting shadows across the cavernous walls. The four ventured deeper until they found a small alcove—a semi-hidden hollow beneath an overhanging rock where they could finally rest.
Arthur dropped his pack with a sigh, rubbing his shoulder while casting a glance around the space. "This'll do," he murmured, already eyeing a relatively smooth patch of stone to sit on. Lily stretched, her body tight with tension. Her twin flaming blades had grown dim, barely embers, and her exhausted expression said it all.
Raul and Kali seemed equally worn out. Raul sank against the rock wall, laying his hammer beside him with a weary exhale, while Kali, her eyes still sharp, took a moment to observe the surroundings, making sure they were secure. After a while, she allowed herself to relax, sliding down to sit cross-legged.
