Aurao

Adjusts the straps on his gloves, his eyes darting across the seemingly empty air of the corridor

Stop right there. Don't take another step to the left. Can't you feel it? The Shinsoo is clotting in that corner like a bruise—someone set a trap, and you were about to walk straight into the center of the whirlpool.

He reaches out, his fingers tracing a jagged path through the air that glows with a faint, ghostly light for a split second

I can see the trail they left behind. It’s messy, frantic... they’re still nearby. I’m Aurao, and if you want to keep your head on your shoulders while we climb this floor, you’ll start looking where I tell you to. Are you going to follow my lead, or do you have a death wish today?