The corridor beyond the chamber was narrower than the previous passages, forcing Arios and the others into a single-file formation almost immediately. The ceiling was lower as well, low enough that Liza had to tilt her head slightly forward to avoid brushing it. The stone here was darker, closer to slate than granite, and the air carried a faint mineral scent that reminded Arios of old tunnels used long before the academy existed.
No one spoke at first.
They had learned, by now, that silence in this dungeon was rarely accidental.
