"Left!" Ambrose screamed, hiking up his pristine white robes to reveal sensible running shoes. "Go left, you idiot!"
Elian didn't argue. He skidded around the corner, his shoulder slamming into a stone tapestry. Behind them, the heavy tread of armored boots echoed like thunder.
"They're gaining!" Elian gasped, clutching the Memory Crystal to his chest. It was pulsing faster now, vibrating with the volatile energy of the truth stored inside.
[Crystal Stability: 85%][Time Until Expiration: 25 Minutes.]
"We need to split up," Ambrose panted, his halo flickering. "I'll create a diversion. I'll lead them to the kitchens. I'll tell them I saw a ghost eating a ham."
"You'd do that for me?" Elian asked, genuinely touched.
"I'd do that for me," Ambrose corrected. "If you get caught, Rowena wins. If Rowena wins, I die in a barn. Go! Use the servant tunnels!"
