Virelya vanished into a crack, her coils slipping like liquid shadow, only to return moments later, shaking her head, her porcelain mask tilted in frustration.
"No exits," she said grimly, her golden eyes flickering. "We're sealed in."
"Like prey in a trap," Sylvara murmured, running a hand over a pulsating wall of vine-laced stone, her fingers coming away slick with a faint, glowing residue. "Even the soil here tastes… structured."
Nyxsha swore under her breath, her golden eyes flashing with rage as she punched the nearest ridge, her claws scraping sparks from the stone.
"Water?" Azareel rasped from where he leaned against her, his voice a weak whisper, his lips cracked, his throat bobbing dryly.
She turned to him, her expression softening for a flicker before hardening again.
Sylvara reached down, pressing her fingers into the ground, her roots snaking deep into the cracked earth, probing for life.
