Adam meandered through the corridor, brows arched, right hand tracing the wall. Beneath the sky-blue glow, endless grime blackened his fingers. The small beast on his shoulder growled something about finding Quintella faster. Who were they? He didn't care. Ignoring it, he sank his mana into old stones between the first and second repositories. The spatial anomaly... not here. Further, then.
It was only when he reached the wall between the fourth and fifth repositories that his mana caught on a hollow. His eyes narrowed on his hand. A room?
His thought instantly faded, erased by the room's defensive mechanism. He stood there, focusing on the only thing on his mind: finding the spatial distortion.
His mana sank into the wall once more, and he felt the hollow again. There it was. A room?
He forgot. His mana found the hollow. A room?
Again.
Again.
Again.
