Terya caught Leon watching, her green eyes glinting with mischief.
"Eyes up, naughty-boy," she teased over her shoulder, her voice a sultry purr. "Or at least try not to trip over your own tongue."
"Can't help it if the scenery's distracting," Leon shot back, his grin lightening the tension, his wind magic pulsing stronger with her presence.
A few laughs echoed, even from Lysette, her fiery edge softened by the moment.
Zara grunted, a faint smirk breaking through as she sliced another vine.
The mist thickened in the next chamber, bones littering the floor in symmetrical, ritualistic shapes, their surfaces pulsing with red light.
An altar at the far end glowed, veins of the Veil webbing up the walls, their hum a low threat.
As they advanced, another wall shimmered, revealing a stairwell spiraling downward, hidden until Leon's beam brushed it.
He cast a wind arc, scattering a wave of creeping vines, their crimson tendrils snapping like broken threads.
