After several minutes of tense silence, Ubbe finally finished sketching the map of Drosmir's underground chamber to the best of his ability. The parchment before him was rough, its edges curling slightly, the ink faint in places where his hand had trembled, but the overall layout was clear—passages, bends, guard posts, and marked doors carefully detailed. He slid the map toward Serah with a hesitant glance, as though bracing himself for criticism.
Serah accepted it without a word, her crimson eyes scanning over each line and mark with a sharp, calculating gaze. Myla, Jorin, and Elira leaned in closer, their faces partially lit by the faint lantern hanging in the corner of the dim room. The air smelled faintly of old parchment and wet ink. Serah's attention lingered on a narrow section of the map that curled into a dead-end chamber, labeled with nothing but a small 'X.'
"What's this?" she asked, her finger tapping the mark with deliberate pressure.
