The giant doors opened with a heavy, industrial hiss, revealing the humid sanctuary of Floor 2.
Reed stepped out, gesturing grandly with a hand that was still shaking slightly from the adrenaline of the hallway incident.
Beside him, High Inquisitor Kaelen didn't walk so much as float.
She stumbled slightly, her shoulder bumping heavily into Reed's arm. Her face was flushed a deep, alarming crimson, and her eyes were wide and unfocused, tracking the movement of the bioluminescent spores floating in the air.
"It's sparkly," Kaelen whispered, giggling. A small arc of white static electricity popped off her ear. "Reed. The air is spicy."
"It's humidity, Inquisitor," Reed hissed under his breath, grabbing her elbow to keep her upright. "Pull it together. You look like you've been huffing potions."
"I feel... fuzzy," she murmured, leaning her weight against him. "Like a warm cloud. Can we go back to the ice room? The steam was nice. It tasted like... buzzing."
