Hearing that his senses weren't wrong, and that Arachne was just behind this illusion, Adam finally had hope again. He quickly stood up and charged forward, his body quickly disappearing as the wall made of fog shimmered and distorted to envelop him.
Leo and Luna exchanged a brief glance before stepping forward, their figures swallowed by the misty wall one after the other. The chamber fell quiet once more, the fog shifting faintly as though mocking the silence.
Lily lingered at the edge, her brows furrowing. Something about the way the mist moved unsettled her. Her instincts whispered that staying behind would be safer, that someone needed to watch their backs. She opened her mouth to speak, but Aria was already moving.
Without a word, Aria seized Lily's wrist. The bard's grip was firm, her eyes leaving no room for argument. Lily tried to pull back, her protest caught in her throat, but Aria only shook her head and tugged her forward.
