Somewhere on the island, far from Jake in another cave whose vault was covered with bluish crystals reminiscent of glowing sapphires. The major difference compared to the cave where Jake lay was that the walls were not made of rocks, but ice. The temperature there was many degrees colder than zero.
"Craig, how are you doing with that hologram?" A bald man in shorts with a claymore dangling from his hand asked curtly.
"Shh! Shut up Ryo, you're distracting me. "Craig, a small, chubby, black man answered just as curtly.
The two friends who could not stand the darkness of the catacombs were about to squabble again when a footstep sounded from the long corridor behind them. As if the footstep sound was rooted in their subconscious, the two men stiffened up and radically changed their attitudes, smiling at each other as if they really were the best buddies in the world.
