The descent into the Crystal Caves was like plunging into a world of shimmering light and endless possibility. Kael moved with careful steps, his new crystal blade casting dancing refractions that seemed to shift and change with every movement. Beside him, Morgana's crowned head was crowned with the amplified glow of her blessed pendant, its steady pulse guiding them through the labyrinth.
The caves were unlike anything they had encountered before - a dazzling cathedral of crystal, where towering columns and arches of light rose up from the glassy floor. Reflections flickered and distorted, creating the illusion of duplicate paths and endless branching routes. Kael felt a familiar unease creep up his spine, memories of the Whispering Glades and their deceptive illusions still fresh in his mind.