Luna and the underworld

Previously

…“That,” Xylo said, his voice barely a whisper, “is a question for another time. For now, simply keep pace. And try not to attract any more attention. The gloom is not always as forgiving as I am.” As they walked, the obsidian shard in Luna’s hand felt like a small, insignificant thing. But it was a reminder of her resolve. She wouldn’t give up. She would find a way home. The Underworld was terrifying, filled with creatures that made her blood run cold, but she was Luna, and she was determined. And somewhere in the vast, echoing darkness, she hoped there was a path leading back to the sun. The journey had indeed begun, and with it, the heavy, uncertain weight of survival.