The impostor Nick lowered his eyelids slightly, concealing the dark glint that flashed deep within his eyes. It quickly suppressed the stiff expression on its face and hurriedly stepped forward to lead the way.
"Adrian, come on, walk a little faster. This way!"
The mercury mist surrounding them grew thinner and thinner, yet the suffocating chill only intensified. The oppressive air no longer carried the pungent metallic scent. Instead, it reeked of dry, powdery gray lime, mildew, and the thick stench of death that clung to ancient graves.
Clack... clack...
The moment they rounded a sharp corner in the glass corridor, their field of vision suddenly opened up.
The mist was completely pushed back, revealing an enormous vaulted hall that was almost overwhelming in scale.
