Right Tunnel Group
The blood soaked into the stone as before. Instead of fading away, however, the blood ran all the way to the edge of the platform. All at once, a long bridge appeared, no longer only visible in the reflective surface of the blade that continued swinging before them. They would have to be mindful while crossing if they wanted to avoid getting sliced in half.
Lethe was the first to step onto the bridge, albeit with much more caution than before. If she was relieved when her body didn't immediately fall through the stone, Lethe didn't show it. With a toss of her hair, she moved forward, waiting for the first scythe to swing by before continuing on her way.
"
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As Zephyrus, bringing up the rear, cleared the first scythe, a harsh cackle filled the room. The raucous noise caused the very walls to shake. Lethe stopped to try and keep her balance as the bridge trembled.
Shadows with seemingly no light source began to appear along the bridge-- concentrated near the platform from whence they'd come. The sentient, oversized hands fell in
droves, forming a mass so thick the platform could scarcely be seen.
"
RUN!" Lethe shouted, dashing past the second blade and towards the false wall at the other end of the room.
The ReDead ceased to move after being crushed by Noi's hammer, leaving the rising the flames inside the room as the only remaining threat. The large cabinet filled with its own assortment of flammable objects was entirely engulfed in flame. It snapped and crackled for a moment before it finally fell. It crumbled backwards
through the wall, disappearing from sight.
On the other side of the false wall was yet another ceilingless corridor. At the end was a room with a large, ornate door. An equally ornate and large lock prevented anyone from trespassing. The door and lock would prove durable enough to withstand any attempts to get through without a key. Upon closer inspection, the door was certainly old, but seemed somehow different from the surrounding stone. The crest of the Royal Family decorated the door as well as the lock.
Smoke trickled from the burning room they left behind. Turning back did not seem to be an option.