I wonder where I'll find the sword.
Athena stood at the mouth of the cave, her gaze scanning the rocky interior. The faint glimmer of colorful fruits hanging from vines caught her attention.
But survival is more important today...
Their vibrant hues stood out starkly against the muted grays of the cave walls. She stepped cautiously into the cool, damp air, her boots crunching softly against loose gravel.
A faint echo followed each of her movements, amplifying the eerie stillness of the space.
"I just need a few fruits," she murmured to herself, gripping a small knife tightly in her hand as a precaution.
The faint, sweet aroma of the fruits grew stronger as she ventured further inside.
It was inviting, almost intoxicating, but the deeper she went, the more unsettling the silence became.
The dim light from the entrance began to fade, replaced by an otherworldly glow emanating from deeper within.
