"Hey! Don't just hang there trying to look cool, Lancelot!" Bruto's voice came from above him, "Hurry back, the roast chicken is still on the fire!"
"Do you need help?" Elothysia flew up to his side, followed by a fluttering little bat. She noticed Lancelot's serious expression and quickly asked, "Is something wrong? Did you get hit by the Dark Guardian's Fallen Touch? My Holy Healing can dispel those negative effects..." "I'm fine," Lancelot shook his head, gesturing with his fingers to have the vines lower him back to the ground.
"What happened?" Kalalin asked concernedly, the Scholar keenly picking up on the Human Knight's recent peculiar behavior.
"I saw Enrique fall into a pitch-black cave, the entrance was an illusion in the rock wall," Lancelot explained to everyone, "Although it was just a brief glimpse, the mouth of the cave was so dark it seemed like it could suck in all the surrounding light, very much like how the Lord of Withering described the Eye of Sarezdon."
