"Eep!"
Tress let out a short cry of alarm. Her tiny body clung tightly to a lock of Roland's hair, her wings trembling in shock.
"This… this place feels so deep and dark! Could there be… be something scary down there?"
Roland didn't answer immediately. Instead, his sharp gaze swept over the profound darkness below, a darkness that seemed to swallow the light.
The Magic Power in the air here was still stagnant, making it exceptionally difficult to cast Magic.
He focused his Concentration, struggling to gather a small, faint, yet stable flame at his fingertip. Then, he carefully tossed it downward.
The flame, like a lone firefly, traced a short arc through the darkness as it flickered and fell.
By its fleeting light, Roland managed to make out the rough outline of the ancient ruins exposed by the collapse beneath his feet.
