They heard a sound pass by swift and sharp like wind slicing through silk. A low rustle, almost like a whisper, echoed down the dim corridor.
Kaelith's body stiffened.
"Hale," he whispered, eyes narrowing as he looked around the stone hallway, "did you hear that?"
Hale paused mid-step, glancing over his shoulder. "I did," he replied in a hushed voice. "It didn't sound like footsteps. It's more like something... brushing the walls."
A gust of air swept through the corridor, though there were no windows open. A distant clang, metal scraping against stone, sent a chill down Kaelith's spine.
"It's not even midnight," Kaelith muttered, glancing at the high window above. "But the night feels wrong."
"We should go," Hale said quickly, his voice low but firm.
They hurried to Kaelith's chamber, boots echoing against the floor in rhythm with their racing hearts. Once inside, Hale helped Kaelith remove his armor piece by piece, his hands steady even as unease sat behind his eyes.
