The narrow cave path wound deeper into the earth, its damp walls glistening faintly. Strange creatures clung to the rock—snails the size of small children, their shells emitting a soft, eerie glow. The faint light attracted swarms of insects, each no bigger than a finger, that buzzed restlessly around them like living sparks in the darkness.
Lanny pressed herself tightly against Myrtle's arm, practically clinging to her side. "Ugh… so many bugs," she muttered, her masked face turning away in disgust.
Mana's voice cut through the cave's echoes, "If you're this afraid, you could have stayed at the inn."
"No!" Lanny shook her head quickly, her eyes shifting nervously beneath her mask. "I don't want to stay alone."
Before anyone could reply, Myrtle's Body let out a low glow. The light seemed to draw the insects closer, their wings humming as they circled her.
Lanny immediately abandoned Myrtle and shuffled toward Zuzia. "Please," she pleaded, "stop glowing. You're making it worse."
