[Calyra's POV]
Calyra stood at the front of the narrow cavern path, her gaze fixed upon the dim passage stretching deeper into the dungeon.
The light in her eyes sparkled like the majestic blue of pure sapphire, entrancing and enchanting all who beheld it. And in those eyes lay a calm assurance that seemed so composed that the disquiet in the cavern seemed trivial in comparison.
Surrounded by the thin veil of her long white hair, she seemed to resemble a glacier in a field of snow, so peaceful that her beauty felt like the epitome of serenity.
But for some reason, such serenity was not to be found among the scholars behind her.
Their footsteps had slowed as they went deeper into the cavern.
With nervous glances passing between them, their hands closed tightly around their weapons and staffs.
Finally, one of the scholars found the courage to voice a query.
"Erm… Lady Calyra," he said, his voice laced with a barely contained tremble.
