Lord Ferdinand and his trope marched into the cave, their eyes glowing with determination as they readied themselves for any threat they would encounter. Lady Morgana clenched her fist tightly, fire sparked from her clenched fists. She was getting closer to the source of her lover's death and she would stop at nothing until she avenged him.
Lukas walked closely, carefully observing the surroundings of the cave. He could sense a faint but vivid sign of time magic in the air. Thanks to his disguise as a battlemage, he didn't have to sneak around. "Wow, she's so angry!" Lukas mused
"Morgana! Don't let your rage consume you" Ferdinand said as he noticed the sparks of fire from her fists. She was subconsciously releasing her fire magic.
"You can't quench my rage, Ferdinand! Not until whoever killed him is dead!!" Morgana gritted her teeth as she increased her walking pace.
"Whoever?" Ferdinand stopped walking and signaled the battlemages to halt as well.
