The cave was dark and narrow at the entrance, the kind of narrow that made you turn your shoulders slightly just to fit through comfortably.
The light from outside reached in only a few meters before giving up entirely, leaving everything beyond it to the faint natural luminescence of the moss clinging to the walls in patches.
The group moved in one by one, cautious from the first step.
Noah was last.
He kept his spear ready at his side, angled slightly forward, and watched the darkness ahead of the others with careful eyes.
The air inside was cool and carried the particular damp heaviness of enclosed spaces that hadn't been disturbed in some time. Their footsteps were muffled against the stone floor, which should have made the cave feel quieter. Instead it made the silence feel somehow louder.
Nobody spoke.
