The tension from the wolf battle began to fade as they moved deeper into the silent, winding tunnels. Adam was about to choose a path at a fork when Alice, perched on his head, suddenly went rigid.
'Stop,' her thought was a sharp, urgent whisper in his mind. 'There is a... pull. From the left tunnel. It feels... dense.'
Adam immediately halted, trusting her instincts implicitly. Her void-attuned senses often picked up things his own could not. "What do you feel? Danger? Treasure?"
'Both,' she replied after a moment. 'The mana there is thick and calm, like sleeping stone. But it guards something... sweet.'
"A resource guarded by monsters," Adam concluded. "Show us the way, Alice. Lead on."
