Capítulo 541: Coping Children

The children's frail and trembling forms seem incongruous with the brutal grandeur of the chamber, their vulnerability a stark contrast to the ancient, towering rock formations that dwarf them. They clutch one another, their small, fragile bodies huddled together for comfort, their sobs and cries echoing through the cavern in a cacophony of fear and despair.

The once-silent chamber is now filled with the eerie wails and pleas of these children. Their voices, like haunting lullabies of sorrow, reverberate off the walls, mingling with the mournful drip of water that continues its relentless rhythm. It's a heart-wrenching symphony, one that pierces the soul and evokes a profound sense of anguish.

The air is heavy with the collective scent of their fear and tears, a bitter aroma that mingles with the metallic taste in the mouth. It's an olfactory reminder of the undeniable presence of life, no matter how stark and harrowing, in the midst of the cavern's eerie emptiness.