Amora pushed on into the cavern, guided by the pulse of Arlest's mark, the hope of the cure, and the blind courage granted by the White Lotus. Through the haze, she could hear a little voice suggesting that maybe going into a ancient pitch black cave wasn't such a good idea, but the voice was so quiet she could barely hear it.<br/><br/>It was pitch dark in the cave, but with the blessing of her magic, Amora could see as if it were day. The cavern was clearly not natural; it was as if a massive, octagonal rod was forced through the earth to make this opening. Even so, there were natural rock and crystal formations spreading across the walls, ceilings, and floors, tripping up the witch slightly.<br/><br/>Ahead, Amora found something odd. There was a large, brown wooden box with an expensive clasp holding it shut. The box was completely encased in a thin layer of amethyst, melded into the wall of the cave. It sat there, glimmering promising great treasures within.