The Awaited Event III

Once more, we race through some hallway corners without knowing where our feet will end up. Celius brought me near to him, and when I glance at his hand, it is firmly grasping mine and entwining our fingers.

Everything appears to be so quiet that it can even hide the darkness that is hovering over us and pursuing us to the furthest reaches of the area.

I'm not sure why there is this atmosphere of shadows, but in the end, I suppose it has something to do with the adversaries.

Because the individual we just saw is an illustration of how we should avoid catching their attention. They are capable of attacking anyone without even having any prior training.

As though they are under the sway of an elusive someone or force. When Celius stops, I broaden my eyes as I cast a narrowing glance our way.

Eventually, we came to this enormous wall covered in antique drawings. It has a different shape from the other walls.

I can tell that it is shaped like an