road to transformation

Here in these tunnels and caverns, it was as much a game of hide and seek as it was a race. Modesty skipped stairs as she bounded downwards, veering to the right along a path that angled upward before leaping to the left and pushing off the wall to leave bare ground where the paths split. Anything that might slow Gilgamesh up a bit.

Her lungs laboured with the sudden movement, a dry cough echoing off the walls and giving her away as she continued down into the belly of the mountain, any residual light from the moon vanishing forcing her eyes to adjust to the darkness. She hadn't spent much time down here. There was always a chance she was going to hit a dead end.