I couldn't hear anything, I just ran.
The energy of the place was heavy, saturated with dust and a decadence that made my skin crawl, my legs kept moving faster and faster, the urgency was everything, in brief moments my chest tightened as if invisible claws had squeezed it but I couldn't stop. Not now. Not when Cyan was so close.
Aziel and Erwing chased me at once, trusting my instinct, their footsteps muffled by the slabs of the subfloor were charged with tension. The luminous arrows floated in front of me, guiding me delicately between the forks, adapting to each new stretch as if responding to my thoughts.
