They ventured deeper, far more desperate than before. The narrow passage twisted and broadened until what once resembled a tunnel now unveiled itself as a true cavern, one infested by the taratects and the threat they pose.
Eric's involvement throughout their descent had taken a dramatic turn. He was no longer the hesitant observer clinging to the rear. Now, he charged into battle with sharpened focus, spearheading ambushes, coordinating strikes, and eliminating threats without waiting for instruction.
To Gerald, it was the first real proof that Eric belonged. "Showing his true worth," as the captain often phrased it.
Suddenly, Gerald raised his right fist, halting the group with a silent, practised gesture. The team froze, instincts honed by experience responding instantly.
"We've arrived," he announced quietly, eyes narrowing as he reached the cave's precipice.
Joseph moved beside him, peering over the edge to survey the scene below. "What's the situation?"
