The passage closed behind Rin with a sound like a distant thunderclap. He turned immediately. The wall was seamless.
"Wonderful, another ancient place that doesn't believe in letting people leave." he muttered.
Eryndor glanced at him.
"You're complaining again."
"I'm trying to maintain my sanity."
"Is that what you call it?"
Rin gave him an offended look. Eryndor smiled, and for a moment, the tension between them eased.
Then the blue lights along the tunnel flickered. Both boys stopped. Ahead, the stranger continued walking as though nothing had happened.
"Keep moving," he said.
Eryndor frowned.
"You could at least explain where we're going."
"To the heart of the city."
"You've said that already."
"And yet you continue asking."
Rin almost laughed.
Almost.
Something about the stranger's presence unsettled him. He spoke as though he knew exactly what would happen next, but whenever they asked about the past, he offered only fragments.
