The air in the underworld felt denser, almost suffocating, as if it were charged with a primal and relentless power. Each breath served as a reminder that this environment was made of shadows, wrapping around Elysiel and Seraphis like a cloak pulsing with a living energy. As they moved forward, the soft and warm glow of Elysiel's light began to dim, as though it were slowly being smothered by the darkness surrounding them.
Elysiel stopped for a moment, focusing to channel her magic. But as she tried to summon her light, she felt a resistance, as if something was holding back her energy. Frustrated, she took a deep breath, closing her eyes to regain her focus. When she opened them again, she noticed Seraphis watching her with a cautious look.
— Are you alright? — he asked, his voice low but filled with concern.
She nodded, but her expression betrayed a hint of doubt.
