Aurora clung desperately to her anchors against the darkness as they plunged through choking vapors.
Her heart pulsed a desperate mantra, they could do this.
They would survive together! The alternative was too terrible to conceive.
The escape continues.
...
Blindly forging ahead through the left steam filled passageway, Aurora focused on maintaining a vice like grip on Korig and Ezra's hands.
The scalding vapors seared her lungs with every agonizing breath, but she forced down the pain.
They had to keep moving forward, no matter what obstacles arose.
The duct shook around them, fractures splitting walls and ceiling as the dimensional realm's death throes continued.
It was taking all of Aurora's willpower not to give in to claustrophobic despair.
Only the solid presence of her companions kept sheer panic at bay. She had to trust her instinct in choosing this path.
