The corridor was a long hallway that stretch far in multiple corners, almost a maze of different private rooms
Lined with decorative glass that reflected the faint shimmer of crimson light seeping from the torches that floated in midair of this place.
Adam walked first, his footsteps echoed in a slow rhythm that matched the throb of his heart. Beside him, Priscilla followed, her heels barely making a sound. Yet her presence filled the space all the same.
Neither spoke for a while. They didn't have to, or rather Priscilla did not know how to approach Adam in this moment. After the story Mordux told them in regards to Adam's, it goes without saying he has a lot to think about.
So to preserve the moment, she remained silent for the most part of the accent to this place.
But even she knew she could no remain silent forever.
"Sigh!!...
Priscilla lightly sighed to herself, her arms folded as she began to speak.
"A penny for your thoughts boy!?"
"..."
"..."
