The air grew heavier with each step they took. The jagged walls of the cavern began to change, their rough surfaces smoothing into intricate patterns of intertwining lines and runes. The faint green glow of moss was replaced by a deep, pulsing crimson light emanating from cracks in the stone, as though the very cavern was alive and bleeding.
Daena's hand gripped her sword tightly, her violet eyes scanning every corner of the tunnel. "Something's different here. This isn't natural."
"No kidding," Enara muttered, her voice strained. "It feels like we're being watched."
"I told you this was a bad idea," Ananara grumbled, hovering just above Liria's shoulder. His spiky form pulsed faintly, his irritation almost palpable. "But no one listens to the talking pineapple."
"Maybe because the talking pineapple doesn't know when to shut up," Liria shot back, her tone sharp.
