The end of the tunnel opened into a large chamber. She pushed off and sprinted down the hall, knowing the Guardian would never be so subtle. Terrified, she threw herself against the wall again, eyes closed tightly, waiting to die. Just pick one.Ĭeramic pottery shattered in the distance, and her heart nearly burst from her chest. As the pathfinding software worked, multiple routes branched away from her, each seemingly identical. The faint green light from her wrist-mounted display resolved into a small two-dimensional map of the tunnels nearby. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, sweeping aside a fallen strand of her loosely braided dark-brown hair, then pulled up the sleeve of her brown leather jacket. Ronin? She waited, but only the pounding of her heart replied, beating faster with each moment of silence.
SIDNA LET THE FIRE FADE FROM her fingers, and the light’s reach retreated, leaving her cloaked in darkness.īreathless, she fell back against the temple’s rough, sandstone wall and cried out, her voice little more than a whisper.
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