Naviga and Minerva walked into the cave slowly, each step echoing against the stone walls. The cave was pitch black, darker than any place they had been before. Behind them, water from the waterfall had found its way inside. It poured in small streams along the ground, slipping through cracks, but the flow stopped after a short distance. The rune barrier they had destroyed had been blocking the water before. Now, only a thin layer of mud spread across the ground.
Their boots sank slightly with each step, leaving wet prints behind. Their clothes clung to their skin, soaked from the waterfall they had passed through. The cold was biting, pressing against their bones.
