With a sweep of his gaze across the deserted tunnel, the guard suppressed a yawn. The echoing silence of the passageway amplified his growing restlessness.
Despite his training, boredom crept in, causing his mind to wander. Of course, it was all Erik's doing, but he didn't know that.
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his boots scraping against the rough stone floor while his eyes darted to the bend in the tunnel, longing for so sign of activity to break the monotony.
As the minutes ticked by, he found himself fighting the urge to pace. He started so ti
ago already, and he paced so much that he was starting to feel tired.
"Fuck, I'm outta here!"
It was at that point that the guard turned on his heels and strode out.
Erik observed the scene with an amused smile, trying his best not to laugh out loud.
His plan had worked perfectly, and he couldn't help but feel a bit smug about it.
Erik waited until he couldn't see the guard anymore. Soon after, he felt the guards he was affecting were unable to take the wait anymore and most likely leaving their post.
Erik's influence extended beyond just one guard. He affected most guards in the second half of the tunnel, making sure no one would be close enough to hear any noise when he opened the door to the armory, the sa one they were tasked to protect.
When he was certain the coast was clear, he turned his attention back to the stone wall.
Using his connection to the roots that had penetrated the walls, Erik searched for the chanism to open the secret door.
He guided the tendrils along the room on the other side and probed around. The roots, like ghostly fingers, traced the contours of the chamber on the other side of the wall.
In truth, as Erik's roots explored further, he discovered a short tunnel between the hidden door and the armory. This passage was most likely an extra security asure, thought to make it harder for intruders to get in quickly into the armory if they found the secret entrance.
The roots moved through this connecting tunnel, feeling its smooth walls. When they reached the end, Erik could tell they were close to the actual armory. Then they rushed in. Erik found out because he felt rectangular and squared shapes, most likely belonging to crates of various sizes.
the clone asked his master. June waited for Erik to give him news about his ordeal for a while and started to get worried. He didn't find a way to open the secret entrance.
There was a brief silence.
Erik went along the tunnel, and after so minutes of sneaking in, he reached a room that differed from the tunnel he'd left.
The walls were smooth, with bright lights that made everything look harsh. The air felt dry and slled a bit like tal. Erik slled this from the tunnel, but now that he was in the room itself, he understood why the sll was so strong.
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