Deep beneath the abyss, after the ice fell away, the dark artificial structures surrounding them gradually became clear. Platinum light extended along the carvings on the smooth, obsidian-like walls, soon illuminating the entire passage. Aloz and Medisa walked one after another down the corridor, somewhat curiously, though neither knew how long they had already been lost.
"We seem to have been going in circles this whole time, Big Sister Aloz."
The Little Female Dragon's face flushed instantly. With one arm curled around the Star-shaped Stone, she waved a claw and bared her little fangs, answering with a show of bravado, "How could that be? You must have remembered wrong."
Medisa smiled faintly.
"Yes," she said with a nod and a smile. "Just like when we were in the Wilds of the Four Borders. The reason we haven't reached our destination is simply that we've been walking too slowly."
Aloz looked as though she had been struck by lightning. She spun around and stared at Medisa with wide eyes. "Y-you—you how did you know?!"
"I also know that you were once the youngest dragon on the battlefield of the War of the Saints, Big Sister Aloz."
"In Moloss, you sneaked out to go on a date with Lady Floro, only to be caught red-handed by the Wind Spirit Imperial Guard. Lady Ailanta gave you both a thorough scolding." Medisa quietly recounted the events. "Do you remember what she said? 'You managed to get lost while sneaking off for a tryst. How can my subordinates be so much worse than Gilt and that damned girl Saint Osore? This is so embarrassing. Get lost!'" The Little Princess of the Silver Elves vividly imitated the scene.
Aloz's mouth fell slightly open. Like a little puppy, she blankly revealed her pointed canine teeth, her face