Hunting For The Treasury

A basement was the last place Maria and Hayley wanted to be, but after having searched most of the lower castle–which, according to the incubus in the shed, had the treasury; they had no choice but to head downstairs. In the pitch dark, they flew as masked imps, and given the fact that the floor was made up of writhing flesh, they were glad that their wings worked and weren't mere decorations. 

"Can you see anything?" Maria asked Hayley as the machina had better vision in the dark.

However, leading the two further and further down into the basement, even she couldn't see a thing after a while. With her suspicion of blindness confirmed by Hayley, Maria held her hand forward and conjured a glowing pink butterfly to light their path forward.