"This is way too tight." Cyan muttered, slowly moving his body.
"It gets looser the deeper you go. Just keep pushing."
Vivy replied, squeezing through the narrow passage ahead of him.
Cyan glanced briefly at her two horns poking out from either side of her head, said nothing about it, and carefully placed his foot on the wet ground below, avoiding the drain water pooling along the edges.
The path was so narrow that both of them had to walk sideways. And even then their shoulders brushed the wet walls with every step.
Thirty minutes ago, Irene had laid out her plan. She had called it her masterplan, for some reason.
According to her, this case had a direct connection to the Akashic Record building. And to move forward she needed to get inside its control room.
She had not told any of them what exactly that connection was. Or what she expected to find once they were in.
Drip.
"Eeek...!"
