Eryx wasn’t sure what was worse—Finn’s incessant humming or the looming dread that seemed to grow heavier with each step they took toward the Ember Caverns.

“Could you stop that?” Eryx muttered, tightening his grip on his sword hilt. His eyes scanned the dense forest around them, which seemed to close in the deeper they went.

Finn, however, was undeterred. “Come on, man. It’s a march to doom or glory! Gotta keep the spirits up.” He wiggled his eyebrows and continued his off-key humming.

“You’re giving me a headache,” Eryx groaned.

Kaelen, walking a few paces ahead, remained silent, her silver hair glowing faintly under the fading daylight. She had been more withdrawn since the campfire incident. Eryx wondered if the encounter with that bandit had shaken her as much as it had him. It was one thing to expect danger; it was another thing to stare it in the face.

“You both need to relax,” Finn said, tossing his pack from one shoulder to the other. “It’s probably just a creepy cave. No big deal, right? At least it’s not a haunted graveyard filled with angry spirits or—”

“Shut up, Finn,” Kaelen finally spoke, her tone sharp. “If the Ember Caverns were ‘no big deal,’ we wouldn’t need to be so cautious. Don’t let your guard down.”

Eryx couldn’t help but snicker under his breath. “Told you so.”

Finn shrugged, undeterred. “Hey, a little optimism never hurt anybody.”

“That bandit last night would’ve disagreed,” Eryx muttered.

They walked in silence for a few more minutes before the trees began to thin, giving way to a rocky, jagged landscape. In the distance, Eryx could see the outline of the Ember Caverns. They looked like the mouth of a beast, ready to swallow them whole.

As they approached the entrance, Kaelen raised a hand, signaling them to stop. “We should rest here for a moment. Once we go inside, we’ll be vulnerable. The magic in the caverns will play tricks on your mind if you’re not focused.”

Finn’s grin faltered slightly. “Tricks? Like… illusions?”

Kaelen nodded. “Exactly. The caverns are ancient, and they’ve been steeped in magic for centuries. What you see inside might not be real, but that won’t stop it from killing you if you’re not careful.”

Eryx frowned. “Great. Just what we need—death traps and hallucinations. Why does everything involving this relic have to be so complicated?”

“Because,” Kaelen said calmly, “great power never comes without great sacrifice.”

Finn rolled his eyes dramatically. “Is that written on some inspirational poster in a wizard’s lair somewhere?”

Kaelen didn’t rise to the bait. She sat down on a rock and began rummaging through her bag, pulling out a few small vials filled with a shimmering liquid.

“What’s that?” Eryx asked, curious.

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“Focus elixir,” she replied, handing one to each of them. “It’ll help clear your mind while we’re in the caverns. Drink it now, and it should last for a few hours.”

Finn held the vial up to the light, squinting. “Are you sure this isn’t going to turn me into a frog or something?”

Kaelen shot him an icy look. “No, but if you don’t take it, I’ll be more than happy to leave you to deal with the illusions on your own.”

Finn quickly popped the cork and downed the liquid, grimacing at the taste. “Ugh, that’s awful. Tastes like swamp water.”

Eryx chuckled before drinking his own. The elixir was bitter, but almost immediately, he felt a slight tingle in his temples, like his mind was becoming sharper, more alert. It was as if a fog he hadn’t even realized was there was beginning to lift.

Kaelen finished her own elixir and stood up, her expression serious. “Remember, once we’re inside, stick close together. The relic is drawing people here, and we won’t be the only ones trying to reach the sword.”

Finn nodded, wiping his mouth. “Understood. No wandering off to chase glowing butterflies or anything.”

With that, they approached the entrance of the Ember Caverns. The air grew cooler as they descended into the darkness, the light from the surface quickly swallowed by the cavern’s depths. Kaelen led the way, her hand glowing faintly as she summoned a small orb of light to guide them.

The walls of the cavern glittered with veins of some kind of shimmering mineral, casting eerie reflections as they moved deeper inside. The sound of dripping water echoed around them, making it difficult to tell how far away or how close certain sounds were.

“Creepy doesn’t even begin to cover this,” Finn whispered, glancing around nervously. “I feel like we’re walking into the lair of some ancient monster.”

Eryx didn’t answer. He was too focused on the strange energy that seemed to pulse through the air, vibrating in his bones. It felt as though the very stones around them were alive, watching, waiting.

Suddenly, Kaelen stopped. “Do you hear that?”

Finn tilted his head, straining to listen. “Hear what?”

At first, Eryx didn’t hear anything unusual. But then it came—a low, rhythmic hum, almost like a heartbeat, coming from deep within the cavern.

“That’s not good, is it?” Finn asked, his voice wavering slightly.

“No,” Kaelen replied. “It’s the caverns. They’re waking up.”

Eryx furrowed his brow. “Waking up?”

Kaelen nodded. “The magic here is old. It senses when people are near, and it reacts. The deeper we go, the more it will try to confuse us, to lead us astray.”

Finn gulped audibly. “Fantastic. So… what’s the plan?”

Kaelen glanced over her shoulder. “We keep moving. Stay focused, and don’t trust anything you see or hear unless I confirm it.”

They pressed on, the hum growing louder with each step. The cavern walls seemed to shift and change around them, twisting into strange, impossible angles. At one point, Finn stopped, pointing at something in the distance.

“Guys, is that… is that a castle?”

Eryx blinked, his heart skipping a beat. Sure enough, just ahead of them, there was what appeared to be the ruins of an ancient castle, its towers crumbling, but still grand and imposing.

Kaelen narrowed her eyes. “It’s an illusion. Don’t get too close.”

“But… it looks so real,” Finn murmured, stepping toward it.

Eryx grabbed his arm. “Finn, stop. She said it’s not real.”

Finn hesitated, glancing between Eryx and the castle. “But… what if it is? What if there’s treasure inside or—”

“Finn!” Kaelen’s voice was sharp. “Focus. It’s not real. The caverns are trying to lure you off the path. If you stray, you’ll be lost.”

Finn swallowed hard, nodding. “Right. Focus. Got it. No treasure-hunting.”

As they moved deeper, the illusions grew more frequent—and more unsettling. Eryx caught glimpses of shadowy figures out of the corner of his eye, figures that disappeared the moment he tried to focus on them. At one point, he swore he heard his mother’s voice calling his name, soft and pleading, but when he turned, there was nothing but cold stone behind him.

“Keep moving,” Kaelen urged, her voice calm but firm. “We’re almost through this part.”

“Almost?” Finn muttered. “This is the worst part of the trip so far.”

Just as Eryx was about to respond, the ground beneath their feet began to tremble. Dust and small stones fell from the ceiling as the cavern shook violently.

“What now?” Eryx shouted, bracing himself against the wall.

Kaelen’s face was pale. “It’s waking up faster than I thought. We need to move. Now!”

Without another word, they sprinted deeper into the cavern as the walls seemed to ripple and shift around them. The hum had grown into a deafening roar, and the illusions flickered wildly, distorting their surroundings.

Eryx’s heart pounded in his chest as they ran, the darkness closing in around them. He had no idea where they were going or how far they had left to go, but one thing was clear: whatever was waiting for them in the heart of the caverns, it wasn’t going to let them reach it without a fight.