Storm of Hearts, Part Eleven

Lianna, Enverna, and Mel followed the group of players, their steps echoing softly in the eerie stillness. The entrance yawned wide, a gateway into the unknown.

As they ventured deeper, the temperature dropped, and a chill settled in the air. The path inside the cave meandered, its twists and turns creating a labyrinthine descent. The soft glow of enchanted crystals embedded in the cavern walls provided a feeble illumination, casting elongated shadows that danced with each step.

Lianna felt a subtle unease, a whisper of danger that resonated in the cavern's depths. The air grew thick with the scent of damp earth, and the distant echoes of water droplets splashing against unseen surfaces reverberated through the narrow passages.

"Lianna, is there nothing we should be concerned about?" Enverna whispered to her.

The crimson-haired girl knew what she was getting at, of course.