As usual, Sync had taken the lead as they made their way into the Sun Room. He'd long since reached back and took Dahlia's hand, figuring the woman was kind of useless in this situation so it was better to keep her as close to him as possible.

His footsteps were slow and cautious, barely audible against the floor beneath him. The God-General had carefully led the group against one of the walls, eyes constantly scanning the open area before them for any signs of life. It was frustrating having to move this slow when he knew he was on a time limit, but he knew he couldn't risk being reckless no matter how pressed for time he was.