The corridor of red ice seemed to pulse as they advanced, as if the inner light burned in gentle waves. The heat was intense, stifling, trapped within the frozen walls like a caged animal. Kael maintained a tense expression, observing each shapeless reflection in the living ice.
Sylphie walked close to him, uncomfortably. The red glow cast elongated, almost liquid shadows on the floor, making it seem as if the group were walking on frozen blood.
After long minutes of silence, without attacks, without traps, without more creatures, Kael murmured:
"This is… strange. Too calm."
"Don't complain about the calm," Irelia replied, running her hand along the hilt of her sword. "I prefer it this way than another Gélion spitting ice in our faces."
"I'm not complaining," Kael said, dodging a pointed formation. "I'm suspicious."
Amelia sighed, rolling her shoulders. "Suspicion is healthy. The problem is when it precedes something horrible."
