As soon as he left the warm room, lit by the soft glow of the fire orb, and entered the cold, dark, and damp hallway, he looked around for traces of the raven-haired girl but saw nothing.
Trying to catch her scent was pointless, as Elora had long ago planted sigils on all of them to prevent that very thing.
Luckily, Erik didn't need to rely on that, as the covenant would point the way just fine.
He frowned and looked towards the hallway's floor. "She's going down?" he wondered out loud. "Is she trying to leave?"
Setting aside his doubts, he ran after her through the dilapidated and decaying hallways. He quickly found the stairs and began bounding down them until he finally noticed Emily's fluttering black hair just below him.
"Emily, wait!" he yelled after her, but she kept going. He tried to use the covenant again to force her to wait but cursed when Emily still appeared to be entirely unaffected.
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