“It’s risky,” he murmured, as another group of soldiers splashed by in the corridor next to theirs, “but we have no choice. Let’s go.”
Moving as quietly as they could through the sludge, they crept away from the enemy wielders. Effrax dimmed his spell to the size of a candle flame so as not to attract attention. They came to a crossroads and Effrax tried to turn left. Before he could, an iron barricade descended from the curved ceiling with a resounding thud, blocking his way.
“Gods damn it,” he spat, banging his fist against the new obstacle. “The open-ended tunnels are closing off for the system flush.”
“Not a problem.” Roxanne pushed past him. She raised her hands in a gesture that looked like she was lifting something invisible. The barricade shuddered but stayed put. Frowning, Roxa
