Mysteries Of The Ghostly Archipelago

Chapter 108: Cave Dwellers

We emerged from the narrow passage, our minds still grappling with the guardian's cryptic warning, and found ourselves in a vast, dimly lit cavern. Stalactites hung from the ceiling like ancient teeth, and a river of crystalline water cut through the center, its gentle gurgling echoing softly.

"Look," Mara whispered, pointing towards a series of crude dwellings carved into the rock walls. Figures moved among them, shadowy and silent, their eyes glinting in the torchlight.

"Who are they?" Lena asked, her voice barely audible.

Elias squinted, trying to discern more details. "They must be an isolated tribe, living here for generations, hidden from the world above."

As we cautiously approached, the figures stepped out of their homes, forming a semicircle around us. They were dressed in simple, handwoven garments, their faces painted with intricate designs that seemed to glow faintly in the dim light. An elder, distinguished by a crown of feathers and a staff adorned with bones and charms,