The cave's tunnel stretched on, its rocky walls seeming to close in with every step.
Charles walked steadily, carrying Nora in his left arm while gripping the black sword in his right hand.
The golden light pulsing from the sword's hilt lit the path, making it unnecessary for Charles to use his electric energy to generate light.
The blue sparks that had previously crackled around his body had faded, and the tunnel was now bathed in a soft yellow glow, casting long shadows on the walls.
Nora remained in his arms, her own crossed, her expression a mix of exhaustion and unease.
She hadn't spoken much since Charles pulled the sword from the ground, but every now and then, she glanced at him, as if trying to figure out what was going through his head.
Charles, meanwhile, was focused on the conversation happening in his mind.
