Chapitre 39: The guardian.

Slowly Arthur ventured deeper into the cave, his footsteps echoing softly against the rocky floor. The shadows enveloped him, and the space echoed with each step, as if it was trying to keep up with his pace.

The stony walls, cold and unforgiving, bore witness to countless years of solitude.

Mysterious torches adorned them, their flames casting eerie flickers that painted dancing shadows, creating an atmosphere of both fascination and unease.

The dim illumination barely revealed the path ahead, adding an air of mystery to the cave's inscrutable depths.

Outside the cave, Luna and Mona waited patiently. Mona, perched on a jagged rock, displayed patience, her eyes locked on the cave entrance, anticipating Arthur's return.

Luna, on the other hand, paced with a restless energy, her concern palpable in every step.