The corridor didn't feel safer after they split from the others. It had stopped shifting, but that didn't help much. The walls and floor had settled into place, yet something about the space still felt off. It wasn't movement anymore that made it dangerous. It was how everything had been arranged.
Aurelion walked ahead at a steady pace, not rushing, not slowing either. He kept his eyes moving, not focusing on one thing for too long. The path felt narrower now. The walls were closer, and the ceiling dipped just enough to notice. The light along the surface looked sharper, almost colder.
Sally stayed close to him, her attention sharper than before. She wasn't just watching the path ahead anymore. Her eyes moved across the floor, the walls, even the faint changes in the light. Rowan followed behind them. He didn't complain this time. He was quiet, but it wasn't because he was relaxed. He was trying to keep up.
