Meanwhile Deeper in the cave

The air was thick and musky, sticking to Cecilia’s skin as she marched forward, her armor clanking with every rigid step. 'I still do not like it, Myria,' Cecilia sighed, her voice stern but laced with anxiety. 'Leaving Dew alone at the pool... it feels irresponsible. What if the creatures return?' Myria let out a short, amused huff, her green eyes scanning the shadows with a playful glint. 'Chill out, Princess. Dew is a powerhouse; she probably has those toads shaking in their boots. Besides, we need to find those women before they're completely... processed.' Cecilia frowned, her pouty lips tightening. 'Your lack of discipline is grating. We must remain focused on the mission of the Goddess.' Myria just chuckled, the sound echoing in the damp tunnel. 'Sure thing, Boss. Just keep your sword ready and your chest plate tight.' As they spoke, the tunnel widened into a dripping chamber where the path split into two yawning maws of darkness. They stopped at the fork, the silence returning, heavy and expectant.