Ty and Todd proceeded down the long, dimly lit corridor.
The flicker of torches cast a burning green tinge in Ty's eyes that was noticeable even in the subtle lighting.
Todd, with a touch of concern in his voice, glanced at Ty as he asked, "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, just focused and ashamed that I was out for so long. I don't have time to be messing around," Ty's words echoed slightly in the quiet passage as they continued to move forward.
They soon reached an open chamber which had a somber ambiance, with several beds laid out, awaiting their occupants.
One bed was occupied by a man who was lying on his back, his gaze fixated on the ceiling. As Ty and Todd entered, his focus shifted toward them.
Wearing a plaid white tunic and dark-colored bottoms, the man sat up, pushing his long brown hair aside and addressed Ty.
"Thanks, for everything you did," he said, his voice carrying a quiet gratitude.
