[Rumbles and shouts can be heard, and the walls and the floor tremble more violently this time as debris is shaken off the ceilings and into their hair. Everything seems closer, or they are getting closer to an exit. Either way, time is ticking and there is not much of it left, and that horrible feeling in the pit of Benedikta's stomach only grows. She recalls the shadow that loomed in the water and how it felt to watch those ships get scooped up by that giant wave...
Her feet carry her with more urgency as they rush through the tunnels and around corners, the wind at their backs to help them move. They pass more cells, Benedikta swallowing back the bile that rises in her throat and the bitter anger that comes with it at the sight of crystals. Shards of it scattered across the floor, chunks of it stuck to the walls, and there are a few with people still inside them, completely encased who can no longer be helped...
But she narrows her eyes at the trail of crystals, small as they are, that glimmer in the dim light.]
Cidolfus, look—
[Some of it crunches under her boot as they follow it... and keep following it until—]
Shit...
[Having gone in front of him, she now comes to a sudden stop when she sees what's in front of them:
Three people, most of their bodies now encased in crystal, on the ground. Standing over them are five guards and one of those large sentries that Benedikta had managed to avoid on her way down. One guard has one man pinned with his foot, another holds a woman by her hair and her throat against the wall as the crystal seals her to it, and the third victim tries desperately to slash at them with his crystallized arm but instead, he swings at the air and stumbles forward and to the ground and into a pool of his own blood.
And what's worse: there is a door at the other end of the corridor...]
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Her feet carry her with more urgency as they rush through the tunnels and around corners, the wind at their backs to help them move. They pass more cells, Benedikta swallowing back the bile that rises in her throat and the bitter anger that comes with it at the sight of crystals. Shards of it scattered across the floor, chunks of it stuck to the walls, and there are a few with people still inside them, completely encased who can no longer be helped...
But she narrows her eyes at the trail of crystals, small as they are, that glimmer in the dim light.]
Cidolfus, look—
[Some of it crunches under her boot as they follow it... and keep following it until—]
Shit...
[Having gone in front of him, she now comes to a sudden stop when she sees what's in front of them:
Three people, most of their bodies now encased in crystal, on the ground. Standing over them are five guards and one of those large sentries that Benedikta had managed to avoid on her way down. One guard has one man pinned with his foot, another holds a woman by her hair and her throat against the wall as the crystal seals her to it, and the third victim tries desperately to slash at them with his crystallized arm but instead, he swings at the air and stumbles forward and to the ground and into a pool of his own blood.
And what's worse: there is a door at the other end of the corridor...]