The OutCast Luna
I can almost hear whispers carried by the currents, as if the ruins themselves were speaking to me.
Jericho's grip tightens on my arm, his eyes searching for any signs of danger. Lumina, ever ethereal and composed, guides us with grace and assurance. "The path ahead may be treacherous," she warns. "These ruins guard their secrets fiercely."
I take a deep breath, summoning my courage and steeling myself against the encroaching darkness. We follow Lumina through a narrow corridor, the walls adorned with intricate symbols and faded murals. The air is heavy with a sense of ancient history, as if time itself has been trapped within these submerged walls.