We were seemingly no closer to finding what we were looking for after a good two hours of wandering the cavern’s maze-like interior. Lennon was leading, and though he weaved his way through the paths carefully and with purpose, his trail was like that of a drunk. He would often walk the longer route around a precipice, or take great lengths to avoid unassuming stones or steps. Still, Gauntlet echoed Lennon’s movements as if he were the former’s shadow, so I could only assume it was important to follow suit, though I did so much less successfully. For the first time in a long time I’d had to retract my wheels, and I was both unbalanced and slow-going as I staggered over rocks clumsily and slipped into the icy grip of countless puddles. Besides being incredibly uncomfortable, I was made more miserable by the realization of just how vulnerable I was to enemy attacks, without level ground, open space or speed at my advantage.
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