After Serah and Jorin slipped into the right feeder tunnel, they pressed forward with steady strides. For two miles they walked, yet no smaller convergence appeared, only the endless stretch of tunnel yawning before them. Serah slowed, eyes narrowing, and after a quick calculation, she ordered they pick up the pace. If the convergence lay further back than expected, then wasting time with their careful pacing would cost them dearly, especially with night slipping away.
So they darted ahead, their steps echoing softly against the stone. Three long miles later, their persistence bore fruit. Just as Serah predicted, a convergence came into view, where two narrower tunnels veered off, no doubt routes that led toward the surface entrances of this labyrinth.
