Chapter Thirty-Two: Andorra's Vein Part Two

We’d been walking for hours through the narrow tunnel, though we stopped four times to take a break. There was enough space for my legs to stretch for a bit whenever we sat on the ground. After our fifth break, my forearms started to get goosebumps. The feeling was indescribable yet familiar. Like I was watching a horror movie. Maybe we were in one.

“Something’s not right here.” Marseille felt it as well.

“I know, my lady,” Raja agreed.

“You hear that?” Abraham picked up a sound. Many were weaving their heads while their fingers hovering near their weapons.

“Sounds like running water,” Mary said. The Green Bits relaxed when the sound was getting louder, and the air became a bit damp.

“That means we have arrived,” Miranda said.

From the lanterns’ lights shone ahead of us, we reached the end of the tunnel. There was an underground river. The rock formations on the walls and ceiling appeared natural, with no signs of being man-made. We we