The passage eventually opens into a sprawling cavern, dimly illuminated by patches of faintly glowing moss. Stone platforms rise at uneven heights, connected by rope bridges and narrow paths carved into the walls. Dozens of Umbral figures move about — some sharpening weapons, others tending to fires or stacking supplies.
The moment Grell and Tarven step out into the open, the atmosphere shifts. They stop mid-conversation, their heads turning sharply. The tension in the air eases as recognition sets in.
"Lord Grell!" one calls out, bowing his head respectfully.
"Lord Tarven," another greets with a fist over his chest.
Several more follow suit, murmuring greetings with clear respect. Despite their rough appearance, these Umbral carry themselves with discipline.
Alix notices the confusion in their eyes when they glance his way — Grixx, and Berko. Whispers stir among them.
"Who are they?" one voice murmurs.
