Vanessa Dungeon was truly a wonder.
Everywhere we went, every twist and turn, felt like diving deeper into a dream—one woven together with magic, wonder, and moments so breathtaking I never wanted them to end.
Our first stop was another mountain—taller and quieter than the rest, with snow curling along its jagged slopes like delicate ribbons of silk. The air was crisp and still, the sky a pale, icy blue stretching endlessly above us. Inky soared high above the peaks, his wings slicing effortlessly through the chill as we glided over cliffs and frozen ridges. Eventually, Eris pointed toward a shadowy hollow carved into the mountain's side.
From a distance, it looked like nothing more than an ordinary cave. Unremarkable. Silent.
But the moment we began to descend, my instincts told me there was something more waiting inside.
