The fire prince followed close behind Citadel, his obsidian eyes flickering in the dim light as they caught light beyond the normal spectrum while venturing deeper into the caves. Each step echoed, the air heavy with the scent of earth and damp stone. The thrill of the unknown tugged at his senses, stirring something deep within. His ears perked up as they ventured into a darker corner, Citadel's posture alert.
The sound of movement stopped Balrog in his tracks. His brother stood still, listening intently, but Balrog's pulse quickened with excitement rather than caution. His paws shifted, and he lowered his head slightly, ready to face whatever lay ahead.
"Something's here," he whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with intrigue. "We should see what it is, and make sure it is not a threat to the Armada."
Balrog's tail swayed with eagerness as he prepared a step forward, his curiosity driving him forward rather than fear.
