[These crystals weren't originally like this] says Zydrax. [The energy here is fragmented and distorted, be careful]
Ezra nods, keeping his weapon raised as he moves deeper into the cove.
The further he ventures, the more twisted the crystals become.
Some are cracked, leaking faint wisps of dark smoke, while others glow at irregular intervals, as though waiting to explode at any moment…
Ezra exhales sharply, his gaze narrowing as he steps deeper into the strange chamber.
His feet crunches against loose shards of crystal, each step echoing faintly through the stillness.
The oppressive air clings to him like a second skin, growing thicker with every step.
"Fragmented, distorted… I get that" Ezra mutters, his voice breaking the silence as much for himself as for his companions. "But what I don't get is why this whole place feels like it's waiting for me to make a mistake"
[It might be] Zydrax's voice held zero tension and also a tinge of amusement. [Be ready for anything]
