The group moved in silence through the corridors, following Abby.
Their steps were measured. Careful. Carrying bodies.
Dante's wives hung in others' arms, unconscious. Some barely breathing.
Azael didn't slow down. Elise rested against his chest.
Max followed behind. Lamia felt lighter in his arms… or at least, that's how it seemed.
The corridor narrowed.
And then it ended.
A wall stood before them. No exit.
Abby stopped.
"This is it."
Varis frowned.
"This is it… where?"
Vimel narrowed his eyes, studying the wall.
"There's no door."
Moonlight crossed her arms.
"That's why it's called a secret room."
Abby let out a short laugh. She stepped forward and touched a stone that slightly protruded from the wall.
Click.
A second of silence.
Then the stones began to move. One after another, they loosened and fell to the ground. The wall collapsed as if it had never truly been solid.
Dust filled the air.
And behind it, only darkness.
