บท 426: It Is Time...

Ena Thun ventured further into the depths of the cave, her steps muffled by the soft earth beneath her boots. The air grew heavy and damp, clinging to her skin like a shroud. The darkness enveloped her, swallowing the surrounding space in an impenetrable cloak. The only flickering light illuminating her path came from the scattered candles that lined the uneven walls of the underground corridor.

The corridor itself seemed to stretch on endlessly, its rough-hewn walls bearing the marks of time and nature's relentless touch. Moisture dripped from the ceiling, forming glistening droplets that echoed through the silence as they splashed onto the uneven ground. The earthy scent of dampness permeated the air, mingling with the faint aroma of aged stone.