That feels so good!! ...wait, it disappeared?

Noooo my magic sword...

"What happened? Where'd it go?"

There's something... new? In my head, kind of? Like a spell, but different.

Magic sword? Is that you? Poke poke.

Shiiiiine.

"Oh cool, I can shine now! And pose dramatically and stuff! I really wanted the magic sword though." I slump a bit in dejection.

"You don't know how to use a sword." She hasn't actually asked, but this man has commoner written all over him.

"The light feels great though!" Seelah says encouragingly. "I think it's making us a little faster and stronger! Do you know what it is?"

"Oh yeah, I also got a vision! So there was an angel crusader once, and he left this sword for me to pick up so I can, uh, help the needy and strike evildoers - ohh! I bet that's why the sword won't come out, it only works against Evil, like your smites! I'll use it when we're fighting demons." I nod decisively.

Ah huh. And you saw this angel sword and rushed to pick it up and now it's conveniently gone. Mr. whatever-the-Abyss you actually are.

Anevia isn't very optimistic about her chances of making it back to the surface.

"The angel sword mist be empowered by the wielder's wisdom, befitting a cleric's weapon", Camellia drawls.

Anevia sends her a quelling look.

Which she is going to majestically ignore.

Oh yeah that sounds cool!

"Onward! I must test my blade against a demon!"

"...I'm still going in front."

Hey Asmodeus, didn't You commit to closing the Worldwound and so on?

We all did.

So why aren't you doing anything?

We committed to act the way we did last time.

Last time, it was Jerishall who closed the Worldwound.

I cannot act on my own without an authorizing ruling by Pharasma.

I am refusing to engage with this continuity and You can't make me.

After some more caverns, giant centipedes, backtracking, rockfalls, et cetera, the party emerges on the shore of a subterranean lake.

"We must be down at the river's level. If a branch of it feeds this lake, there may be a way out."

There is also a barely-dry landbridge to an island that has dimly visible structures on it, and moving people. The bridge is defended at its far end by a group of archers, hidden behind cover of conveniently-arranged rocks.

"Here they come."

"HEEEEY! WE COME IN PEACE! I AM A PALADIN OF IOMEDAE!"

(It's unclear how well they can hear her at this distance.)