Darkness engulfed them the moment they stepped inside. The air within the cavernous tunnel was cold and unmoving, untouched by time.
Arlon instinctively raised a hand, preparing to cast a small light spell. Something simple—just enough to illuminate their path.
But before he could—
Agema snapped her fingers.
And suddenly—
The entire cavern ignited with light.
Golden, ethereal torches flared to life, lining the walls as far as the eye could see.
The soft glow of mana cascaded outward, revealing a massive underground chamber stretching endlessly before them.
The sheer scale of the space was staggering.
Arlon froze.
June stared, stunned.
This wasn't just a simple light spell.
This was something else entirely.
Arlon's mind raced as he quickly analyzed the spell. It wasn't just summoning light—it was commanding mana itself, bending it across an impossibly vast area.
He could never do something like this. Not even if he had years to master it.
