Nico's pulse quickened as he heard a faint whisper in the wind, a voice so familiar it sent shivers down his spine. "Nico... leave this place," the voice urged, soft yet insistent. It was his mother's voice, the same voice he'd heard in his dreams countless times before.
Panic surged within him as he struggled to make sense of the impossible. How could his mother's voice be here, in this dark and foreboding cavern? He fought to keep his composure, unwilling to show any weakness in front of the mysterious figure leading him deeper into the depths of the mountain.
Despite the turmoil raging within him, Nico remained outwardly stoic, his expression betraying nothing of the inner turmoil threatening to consume him. He couldn't afford to show weakness, not now, not when they were so close to whatever lay ahead.
