The Wailing Caverns welcomed them with an unsettling silence, broken only by the faint, mournful echo of wind brushing against the stone walls. The air was heavy, damp, and cold, wrapping around them like a shroud. Liria led the group, her sword drawn and her eyes darting cautiously. Behind her, Enara followed closely, her own weapon ready, while Daena's sharp gaze swept their surroundings, her every step measured. Ananara hovered slightly above the ground, glowing faintly in the dim light, his expression unreadable but his usual snark notably absent.
"Tell me again why we're doing this?" Ananara finally broke the silence. "Because from where I'm floating, this place reeks of bad decisions."
Liria ignored him, focusing instead on the uneven ground ahead. The system's voice chimed in her mind, its usual sarcastic edge present.
[He's not wrong. But hey, what's life without a little recklessness? Oh, right. Safer.]