In the pitch-black space, illuminated by lamplight, lay a low tunnel. The group jumped down.
The tunnel was low and narrow, allowing only one person to pass at a time, forcing them to stoop and move slowly.
Gami, piloting his machine, led the way. Its four tentacles reached forward, carrying lanterns, with gun barrels already extended and pointed ahead.
Ed walked in the middle, with Jason bringing up the rear.
The three maintained this formation, cautiously making their way through.
The tunnel had likely been closed for years and was filled with a strong, slightly pungent odor.
Simple supports lined the sides; it wasn't excessively long, and they soon reached the end.
"We're almost there," Gami said, sensing the stone walls in the dim distance.
Hearing this, the two behind him grew even more vigilant and slowed their pace further.
"I sense it! It's a spirit!" Lucilia's voice suddenly rang out.
