The group moved slowly along the winding, rugged riverbank, the magic lamp seeming somewhat cumbersome in the dark underground cave.
Before long, Ang suddenly stopped, put away the magic lamp, and slowly raised his right hand. A solid orb of light rose from his palm.
The ball of light bloomed like dawn, instantly illuminating the damp, chilly cave walls around them.
"Your light orb is still much more useful." Dana grinned, a hint of admiration in his voice.
"Can your mana hold up?" Natiya, walking in the middle, looked at Ang with concern. She knew how draining Light Magic was for its caster. In this underground environment, there were almost no Light Elements to draw upon, meaning Ang had to sustain the light with pure mana.
"No problem. I've adjusted the output frequency." Ang replied softly, his gaze calm and his stride firm.
Under the light orb's radiance, the underground world that had once been dark as an abyss became clear at once.
The winding riverbank lay exposed beneath the light, the water murmuring like some ancient, mysterious vein stretching through the darkness.
The underground river was roughly seven or eight meters wide, with varying depths. Years of flowing water had eroded the banks into a broken, slick mess, making them difficult to traverse.
"This path is hard to walk. Watch your footing." Ang led the way, his eyes fixed on the terrain ahead as he occasionally used his staff to probe the path.
Natiya and Linya followed carefully behind him. Though every step they took was steady and cautious, an involuntary chill still crept into their hearts.
The world beneath the light orb was like a secret unearthed from the depths, while the edge of the darkness resembled an invisible maw, clamping tightly around their hearts.
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