Lyra took out a small magic lantern that emitted a pale blue glow, just enough to light the way without drawing attention.
"Follow me silently."
The group entered the dark, narrow tunnel, the sounds of the alarm gradually fading behind them. Tilda and Tiffa followed Lyra closely, their eyes slowly adapting to the darkness.
"This way," Lyra whispered, her voice barely audible in the silence of the catacombs. "We must hurry. The guards will soon discover that something is wrong."
Tilda and Tiffa followed Lyra, their footsteps echoing in the tunnels. The air was heavy with the smell of death and decay, and Tilda could feel watched.
Lyra turned around, her face illuminated by a faint glow coming from a distant torch. "Looks like we have visitors. They must be the Emperor's shadows. I'm sure they haven't detected us yet. In any case, let's hurry up and get out of here."
The group continued to move forward in silence, their footsteps echoing in the tunnel.
