Niaya gasped as she reached the surface, coughing up the water she has sucked in with the breath she had taken too soon. At the edge of the pool she found the perfect spot to tie off the end of the binding that had been fixed to her wrist and called to her comrades through the drafty vents in the ceiling. Amunet came through the tunnel first, pulling her way along the rope before Lian joined them in the darkened room, lit only by the glow of the water.
Depicted on the walls surrounding them, preserved as clear as day, were the paintings of their ancestors using Webbing above the ground. Alongside that the art of Reimancy by fire, and below in Semele’s belly, the secrets of Morphing; a darker art that few knew of and even less spoke about. The three of them admired the paintings for a time before one of them spotted the chests that numbed three, too big to drag back through the tunnel.
To take the treasure they would need to rely on the only person who knew the way home, for only she knew how to summon the guide that had gotten her into this mess.
Depicted on the walls surrounding them, preserved as clear as day, were the paintings of their ancestors using Webbing above the ground. Alongside that the art of Reimancy by fire, and below in Semele’s belly, the secrets of Morphing; a darker art that few knew of and even less spoke about. The three of them admired the paintings for a time before one of them spotted the chests that numbed three, too big to drag back through the tunnel.
To take the treasure they would need to rely on the only person who knew the way home, for only she knew how to summon the guide that had gotten her into this mess.