Pearney made way.
Ivan leaned in to listen closely and discern, signaling that there was no one around and instructing her to continue digging.
Soon, under Pearney's manipulation, a damp underground passageway was revealed.
The passage was filled with a thick fog, reminiscent of a lake on a clear autumn or winter morning, making it uncomfortable for her. What made her uneasy was the streak of green within the white fog, which stood out conspicuously.
"Let's go this way,"
Pearney pointed to a side where the green airflow was less active.
Ivan shook his head, "That way probably leads to the sea; the opposite direction is where the wind blows."
Pearney was apprehensive about the green airflow. Ivan pointed to the cracks above filled with mud and stones, indicating they couldn't stay long. His recent action had indeed increased the likelihood of a collapse.
