Finally, we found what we had come for; old, dilapidated rooms, falling into ruins, but which housed Ulrich and the Russian’s partner, Galina.
It was Arkadi, helped by Mallok, who had spotted this red and grey-green door, eaten away by rust. Mallok’s strength was enough to open it despite a totally seized mechanism.
Cahl went first, sniffing the air loudly. I followed him while Mallok preferred to bring up the rear once again. We were still moving at this strangely slow pace. It owed nothing to relaxation since each of my muscles was terribly tense, on the alert, ready to harden more to react in a second.
We carefully inspected our surroundings. I heard and felt the electricity, curiously present in this part of the mine, crackle above our heads. Its flow wasn’t consistent in the system
