"This place is massive. You're asking for miracles," she said, peeking behind a wall.
"I'm asking for persistence." Lucius said softly.
"You're impossible." Jean shook her head before she heard his light chuckle.
"And you're delightful." He said.
Eventually, Jean began to cough, the dust becoming unbearable. She waved a hand in front of her face, trying to clear the air, but her lungs protested.
"That's it. I'm done," she said firmly, her voice hoarse. "We'll pick this up tomorrow. I'm heading back."
Lucius sighed in her mind. "Fine. But don't forget what you've seen here, Jean. It's only the beginning."
As she stepped outside, the ruin seemed even larger and more foreboding under the night sky. She glanced back at it, frowning. The dark silhouette loomed, a quiet reminder of how much she had yet to uncover.
