The three women continued walking through the underground passage. The stone floor beneath their feet was smooth and cold. The walls on either side of them stretched upward into darkness that even Minerva's small flame could not fully reach. The air was still and heavy, carrying that same old, dusty smell that had been present since they first entered these tunnels.
Naviga walked slightly ahead of the other two, her silver eyes moving constantly. Her right hand rested lightly on the handle of her black sword. The storage ring they had taken from the Transformed Guardian was now safely stored in her own ring. They had decided to examine its contents later, when they found a safer location.
Inside Naviga's mind, the chip was processing the recent battle. A small notification appeared in her vision, displaying text that only she could see.
