(Angelo's POV)
Squinting against a sudden surge of pain, my vision blurred momentarily. The soft glow of the cavern seemed to warp, creating a surreal canvas of patterns that danced before my eyes. I blinked, attempting to clear the disorienting haze, but the ache persisted.
A rustle of footsteps surrounded me, the echoes weaving a cacophony that echoed through the cavern. Alyson, always attentive, noticed my discomfort. "Gelo, are you okay?" Her voice, a lifeline in the disorienting labyrinth, cut through the ambient noise.
"I just need a moment," I thought, my inner monologue struggling to make sense of the sudden onset of pain. The soft glow, once a source of reassurance, now accentuated the vulnerability of the subterranean journey.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. Chri
