They reached a crossroads—no, they had passed several intersections already—but they continued along the same path without changing course.
Javrot kept glancing back. Kassal shared the same unease. Cyn noticed and reassured them,
"Don't worry. Miguel will catch up to us."
Javrot replied anxiously,
"But there were several intersections on the way here. What if he took a different one? He could get lost. This place is like a maze."
Cyn smiled, as if thinking of something else.
"I told you there's no need to worry. He can find our location. And if he chooses not to join us, that's his decision. Either way, there's no need to fear for him."
Drop… drop… drop…
Blood dripped onto the ground.
It fell from Cyn's finger, leaving a trail for Miguel to follow—if he wished to. If Miguel had other plans, Cyn would accept that readily. In the end, both of them had their own concerns.
They continued through the darkness. Then, suddenly, Cyn stopped.
