The air changed the moment the heavy steel doors sealed behind them.
The stench of blood, chemical fluid, and rotting flesh faded, replaced by something impossible: warmth. The corridor ahead glowed faintly gold, the light shimmering across the damp stone as though sunlight had been captured and pressed into the walls. For the first time since entering the underground labyrinth, Min-joon stopped shaking. His breaths, though ragged, came easier.
"It… doesn't feel like the rest of this place," he whispered, almost afraid to break the silence.
Lin didn't answer right away. His eyes scanned the corridor, every detail catalogued. It wasn't like Jin to leave warmth here — comfort was a foreign concept in his world. Which meant this chamber had purpose. A dangerous one.
Keller broke the quiet with a grunt. "Either this is heaven or it's another one of Jin's traps dressed up in Sunday clothes."
Lin started forward, forcing them to follow. "There's no heaven down here. Stay sharp."
