Nightshift 43: Room of Air
[From here.]
Compared to the loud rumbling that dominated the last room, the silence that greeted them in the next was practically deafening.
Sync kept his gaze forward, almost as if he was trying to burn holes into the thick fog that surrounded them. He was quiet, ignoring the dull ringing in his ears as he listened for any other sound, but in the end he heard nothing else.
"... Anise, take Dahlia's hand." The God-General murmured quietly as a precaution, already reaching forward to hook his arm back around the redhead's. The fog was so thick that it impossible to see through, and Sync had the feeling that moving carelessly held the same amount of danger as doing the same in the last room.
Compared to the loud rumbling that dominated the last room, the silence that greeted them in the next was practically deafening.
Sync kept his gaze forward, almost as if he was trying to burn holes into the thick fog that surrounded them. He was quiet, ignoring the dull ringing in his ears as he listened for any other sound, but in the end he heard nothing else.
"... Anise, take Dahlia's hand." The God-General murmured quietly as a precaution, already reaching forward to hook his arm back around the redhead's. The fog was so thick that it impossible to see through, and Sync had the feeling that moving carelessly held the same amount of danger as doing the same in the last room.