Trevor stumbled through the dimly lit corridor, sweat dripping down the side of his neck. "This way," he said between breaths, pushing open a rusty door that led into an old maintenance tunnel below the Grand Knox Auction Hall.
Gregory followed closely behind, panting slightly. "You sure this is it?"
Trevor pointed toward a small sealed compartment in the wall. "Master Yun gave us the exact coordinates. It's here."
Gregory squatted and pressed his palm against a faint crest etched onto the panel. With a low click, the hidden compartment slid open, revealing a black titanium case.
Both men stared at it in silence.
"Mosalina…" Gregory whispered.
But before he could reach out to grab it, the speakers in the tunnel suddenly crackled to life with Arion's voice echoing down from above.
