After a short rest, Grace let out a soft, steadying breath. She then turned to look at those who had stayed behind.

Rhydian's eyes were resolute. The other two guards gripped their weapons tightly despite their pale faces. Cyprian sat slumped against the cave wall, his gaze hollow yet carrying a hint of resigned calm. Meanwhile, Judith looked at her with worry written all over her face.

Finally, Grace's eyes settled on Dustin. He remained in meditation, eyes closed, seemingly detached from the world and its troubles. That transcendent calm somehow calmed her restless heart.

"Let's go," she said.

Her voice regained its customary chill, but now underpinned by a grim, do-or-die resolve.

As if on cue, Dustin opened his eyes. He gave a single, curt nod. Without a word, he led the way toward the narrow passage at the far end of the cavern.

The tunnel was cramped and damp, forcing them to proceed in single file, bent double. The air was thick with the smell of damp earth and decay. It w