Kael desperately let loose a breath he held for too long. It came out shaky, almost a sob he didn't want to admit to, and he leaned his head back against the wall for half a second just to feel something solid and real.
His hands dropped from his mouth slowly, as if he didn't trust them not to start shaking again.
He looked ahead of the power line and thought, "I can't stay here. I need to move."
Not because he was worried, at least not in the way fear usually worked. He needed to move because he knew what awaited him and what needed to be done, and he couldn't do it here.
It was too close to danger. Too close to that door. Too close to the route the basilisk would take when it eventually turned back, when it eventually decided to re-check, because predators did that. They didn't forget.
