Mia released Ford's hand and prepared to climb down into the lower part of the large tunnel so the group could make their way to Trace.
"No need," Martin told her, and lifted his hand. A staircase seemed to lower itself from their position, jutting out from the place they occupied.
Grandpa descended first, followed by Anaisa, Martin, Ford, and then Mia.
He turned to make sure she was descending safely, a gesture that touched her heart for a moment, but that she couldn't dwell on.
There were things moving in the cavern.
Their torch and lamp did little to illuminate the depths, but the rustling told of bats–or worse–huddling in the darkness.
Was there danger lurking, or merely… life?
Once again, the group fell silent, and Mia began to use her power in earnest. Her eyes widened.