The cave was wide, long, and twisting. Each corner hid another five corners and a crack wide enough for a man to fit in, and that wasn't all; the stalagmites and stalactites filled both the ceiling and floor, making it hard to cross due to how slippery it got.
It was still cold, but nowhere near how it is on the surface. The temperature underground was relatively stable, which seemed to be allowing the water to flow unfrozen.
Looking up, Arad could see droplets of water raining from the ceiling, and some water even seeped out of the cracks on the walls.
But as the water dripped on them, Gojo's light flickered.
The magical light that Gojo created and Arad carried in the front barely lit a few meters ahead of them, and it was quite troubling. The deeper they got, the harder it was for Gojo to maintain that light, as if something was interfering with his magic.
