"What is your actual problem?!" Yenna shouted, the heat of her fire magic beginning to unconsciously bleed into the air around her.
"Look at what just happened! What wrong will it do if we just go back, find our party, and come back for this floor later?!"
Edric gritted his teeth, his jaw locking tight.
We don't have the time, he thought bitterly. He let out a heavy, exhausted sigh.
"Fine. We'll look for them," Edric finally conceded, turning to face her. "But first, we need to—"
He didn't finish the sentence.
From the deep shadows of the corridor, five figures stepped silently into the dim light. They were draped in pitch-black cloaks, their faces hidden beneath heavy cowls, their hands gripping wicked, curved daggers.
Yenna's eyes widened in sheer shock.
Rolf stumbled backward, his breath hitching in perfectly acted panic.
"E-Edric?!" he stammered, his voice cracking.
