As the elevator went up, the sound of machinery filled the small space. Richard leaned against the wall, his face still pale from his injuries. To be honest, it was the pain psychological scars that made him pale, but they were all the same with his wounds, as they were the cause for that.
His eyes were alert, as if he expected someone to come attack him at any moment. That was because of what Volkov did to him, in truth, but it wasn't also that different from their situation.
Blackguards could come at him at any moment, after all.
"What exactly is the situation, Erik?" Richard asked, looking at the younger man's back.
Erik kept running. "Aside from the thousand blackguards? Maybe traps, but I'm not sure about it."
Richard's eyes widened. "How are we supposed to get past a thousand blackguards? That's insane."
