"You look nervous," Caelen remarked as their footsteps echoed along the only path the crypt allowed, the stale air pressing in from every side.
Eli cast him a sidelong glance. "The ground shook earlier, Caelen. Aren't you the least bit concerned? We don't know where we are, or where the gate is. The drones are gone."
He kept his tone even, but there was an edge beneath it—a subtle prod. He wanted Caelen to connect the dots himself, to realize how wrong this dungeon felt.
The S-Class hunter had already admitted earlier that the aura here was different. That alone should've been a red flag.
"Events like these are normal in dungeons," Caelen replied coolly. "It could just be the work of the boss. Not something to get worked up about."
'Usually events like that only happen because the boss is nearby, but—'
Eli stopped himself before his thoughts spiraled further. His chest was already tightening, and if he let his mind run wild, panic would follow.
