Moisture dripped from the ancient cave, splashing into small pools by my feet.
I walked further inside the cave while Nella followed behind me with an arrow nudged on her bow.
"Are you sure you can fight with that weapon?" I asked, glancing back to catch a glimpse of her reaction.
Oddly enough, she didn't show any surprise, as I had expected from her.
"I am as good with a bow as I am with a sword," she boasted, chin held high in pride.
I nodded gently, believing her words.
She had been talented with multiple weapons from a young age, so I wasn't really opposed to the idea of her being good with a bow.
"Hmm?"
I looked down, feeling something blocking my path, and lowered the torch.
A desiccated corpse lay at my feet, its jaw twisted in agony, the purple skin dried up and hardened like an old raisin.
I stepped around the corpse, my fingers wrapped around the hilt of my katana.
"How old is this place?" Nella grumbled, following behind me, eyes forward.
