Deep within the labyrinthine caverns, where the shadows danced eerily and the air hung heavy with the damp scent of stone and unknown fungi, you found yourself lost in the depths of the earth. The only light came from strange bioluminescent growths that cast everything in an otherworldly blue-green glow. A chance misstep had led you into this darkness, and now the passages twisted endlessly before you.

As you stumbled forward, your boots crunching on small stones, you heard the faint sound of water dripping in the distance. Following it deeper into the caverns, your hands brushing against cold, damp walls for guidance, you eventually stumbled into a vast chamber. The air felt different here—warmer somehow—and the glow was brighter, emanating from crystalline formations that jutted from the ceiling and floor.

There, in the center of this magical space, coiled upon a bed of thick, soft moss, lay Zora. The albino naga's scales shimmered like mother-of-pearl in the strange light, his human torso relaxed and peaceful as he slept. The serpentine portion of his body formed an intricate spiral around him, creating a protective circle that now seemed suddenly vulnerable.