The corridors were empty, the lamps reduced to a soft glow that barely touched the stone floors. Shadows pooled in corners, thick and dark, concealing the five figures who moved in single file along the walls. The infirmary building rose ahead, its windows dark, its doors locked. A single light burned on the second floor, the night watch's post, but the watch was dozing, his head on his desk, his breathing slow and even.
Lux pressed his palm against the side door. Light flowed from his fingers, thin and precise, seeping into the lock's mechanism. A soft click, and the door swung open. They slipped inside.
The infirmary basement was cold, the air still, carrying the scent of antiseptic and old stone. A single corridor led to the morgue, its walls lined with pipes that hummed with the building's heating system. Their footsteps were silent on the tile floor. Nero led, his red eyes active, scanning for traps, for alarms, for anything that might betray them.
