The torchlight stretched along the downward passage, and the air quickly lost its moist outside breath, turning dry. Occasionally, the pine resin torch would spit a couple of sparks, landing on Barba's witch hat, but aside from that, one could hardly hear any other sounds in the silent underground.
Of course, excluding the rustle of footsteps from the group.
Brand felt that Princess Griffine beside him was slightly nervous, understandably so. Although she was born into nobility and received various royal education to maintain calm and composure at all times, she was still a noble girl from the Royal Family, likely never having ventured into the wilderness, let alone explored deep underground in old castles. Anyone's mind might conjure strange illusions, and the princess was no exception.
