After gathering all the mana crystals and recovering, at least somewhat, from their wounds, the group was ready to press onward.
The chamber around them was vast, its walls stretching into the darkness beyond sight. But after a brief search, they came upon two tunnels leading out.
Both paths were nearly identical.
They were vast, long, and seemingly endless. With no clear indication of where they led, the group hesitated, uncertain which route to take. After a tense moment of silence, Vale stepped forward and closed his eyes—his mind reaching for his relic.
He took a steadying breath, mentally bracing himself for the disorienting surge of vision. But even prepared, the transition hit him hard.
A dull ache stabbed through his skull as the four-eyed raven materialised. Wasting no time, he sent it soaring down the left tunnel.
