As the Ironcloaks stepped through the entrance, they found themselves in a narrow cave. The walls were rough, lined with faintly glowing luminous crystals that emitted a soft, ethereal light. Though the crystals weren't particularly bright, their gentle glow illuminated the surroundings just enough to let the group see clearly in the otherwise pitch-black environment.
"These crystals are really convenient," Eric remarked, running his hand along one of the walls. "At least we don't have to waste energy lighting our way."
"Don't let your guard down," Dren cautioned, his voice low but firm. "Convenience in a Dungeon usually comes with a price. Keep an eye out for any traps."
