Step, step...
Walking down the hallways, Selindra's words lingered in Aestrea's mind.
"Haah... that woman," he sighed quietly, brushing a bit of dust off his sleeve as the faint glow of runic lights on the walls guided his path forward.
"'He's at the heart of the complex', huh…" he muttered under his breath, recalling what she had said before vanishing into thin air with that infuriating wink.
He didn't trust her completely, but he trusted the system. Besides, Selindra might have been a seductress, but she wasn't a fool.
She knew what kind of man Aestrea was, and knew that lying to him would've been suicide.
The corridor stretched onward, lined with broken machinery and faint traces of blood on the walls
It was clear this place had been through multiple battles before, perhaps between the Seraphic Division and intruders like him.
The deeper he went, the thicker the air became, filled with a metallic taste that made every breath heavier.
