Mirabella blinked in surprise, a slight frown on her face as the oppressive silence of the ancient ruins pressed down on her. The psychic intrusion bypassed her mental defenses completely. 'Why does that voice---'
"---Instead of you standing there and murmuring to yourself, you should come in and find out yourself."
The voice sounded again, reaching her ears smoothly. It wasn't an echo from the dark corridor, but a resonance that seemed to vibrate directly against her soul, vibrating with a commanding, ancient authority.
Cupcake turned to her, eyes filled with confusion. The familiar's fur stood on end, sensing an entity that defied the very logic of their reality.
"Let's go, Cupcake, at least I should get back my sword." Mirabella said, her tone attempting to mask the unease bubbling in her chest. She stepped forward, entering the darkness with Cupcake not letting go of her shoulder, her tiny claws digging deeply into the fabric of Mirabella's uniform.
