Walking cautiously, Luka kept his eyes sharp, scanning the surroundings for any signs of traps or lurking monsters.
The deeper they went, the tighter the dungeon walls began to close in, the stone corridor narrowing with each step until he came face to face with a tight crevice barely wide enough for a person to squeeze through.
"Well, shit…" Luka muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose with an exasperated sigh.
"I'm not going to like this."
"Quit whining and get moving," Kira snapped from behind him, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently.
Grumbling under his breath, Luka inhaled, closed his eyes for a moment, then turned sideways to squeeze into the tight opening.
The rough stone scraped against his shoulders, and he could feel his breath bouncing back at him from the close walls.
He shuffled his way through the claustrophobic passage, boots scraping along the floor.
Finally, after a bit of awkward maneuvering, he popped out the other side with a relieved breath.
