Trevor and Vespera moved through the narrow, pulsing corridor like predators in the dark. The walls breathed around them — warm, fleshy membranes that contracted and expanded with wet, obscene sounds. Shadowy tendrils lashed out from the darkness at irregular intervals, forcing them to fight while advancing.
Vespera stayed close, her silver hair glowing faintly as she unleashed precise bursts of violet energy that disintegrated the shadows on contact. Her elegant body moved with cold, deadly grace, the sheer black lace of her outfit clinging to her full breasts and wide hips as she fought.
"These shadows are testing us," she said calmly, slicing through another tendril with a whip of dark energy. "The first boss will be the Whisper of Desire. It feeds on regret and lust. Stay focused, Master. Do not let it show you things you cannot bear."
