There were small red lights attached to the ceiling, but they were so dim and widely-spaced that they provided very little illumination. Plus, they make all of them look far redder than they’d appear in normal daylight. Regardless, Sergeant Ebonshield led them all onwards. The clattering of three sets of armored hooves, one set of unarmored hooves, and one pair of sandalled feet echoed down the quiet tunnel, which descended at a gentle incline. There was a turn somewhere up ahead, too, so that Artemis couldn’t see the end of it.