Leoric’s impatience took him up into the rafters of the cavern, and away. The Telgradian watched on as the adventurer traversed the stalactites like a monkey navigating a treeline.

Suit yourself, kid. Your fault if you miss the good stuff on the way.

Lilith spoke in defence of Leoric’s adventurous spirit, and Shinsou couldn’t help but stifle a chuckle.

“He’s all in a rush, that guy, but patience is the game here. If he goes too far in, the rock density and the minerals that create the ideal conditions for Mythril start to deteriorate. Leoric’s more likely to find what he needs at the middle of the cave, but it’s his call.”

It was then that his female offworld counterpart offered him in the direction of a slightly luminous spot, underneath a clump of moss. The cluster of ore that she pointed out was bizarre; no two stones were alike; each was stout and flattish. They were shaped and almost painted, uniquely, by nature. Shinsou looked at them more closely and noticed there was water dripping from the ceiling above them. Each droplet intensified the hue of the rock on impact, and as the water spread, it changed the colour of the surrounding rocks.

“Not Prevailda, but something interesting for sure. The rocks in this place are reacting with the water in a way I’ve never seen before.” He said as he continued to navigate the cavern towards where Leoric had disappeared.

Perhaps further on, he’d find out why. More importantly, he'd find his prize.