The tunnels stretched on forever. Or at least, that's what it felt like. Quinn and Azra moved at a steady pace, their boots splashing through shallow water as the faint stench of rot clung to the back of their throats. The fire from Quinn's earlier spell had long since fizzled out, leaving the oppressive dark to creep back in.
Quinn's sharp gaze swept the shadows ahead, his shoulders loose but ready. Behind him, Azra clutched his satchel and muttered under his breath, adjusting his glasses for the hundredth time.
They hadn't spoken much since the monster had disappeared, but the silence didn't feel heavy....just stretched thin, like a string waiting to snap. It snapped first in the form of Azra's voice.
"…so," Azra started, just loud enough to echo faintly. "Girls."
Quinn glanced back over his shoulder, one brow raised. "Girls," he repeated flatly.
"Yeah. Girls."
Quinn huffed a short laugh, shaking his head as he kept walking. "You really think now's the time?"
