The safehouse was only a hundred meters away.
Dreyfus could see it through the darkness—a modest structure that belied the reinforced tunnel system beneath it.
Once they reached it, they would descend into passages that led beyond the manor's walls, emerging in a secure location where physicians awaited.
'Just a little further,' he thought, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The infection was spreading faster now, making each step feel like wading through thick mud. Beside him, Beatrice clutched Augustus's arm, her face pale but determined.
Logan led the way, his movements swift and sure despite his own apparent symptoms.
The mustached man had proven invaluable, guiding them through corridors the invaders hadn't yet reached, avoiding confrontations that would have slowed their escape.
