"Good," Ignis nods, feeling the annoyed gaze at him. "Because I will need you to help me keep it that way for everyone else as well, as I mentioned earlier." They were the only ones that know the truth behind all of this. The sound of the boot kicking the metal perfectly describes Ignis' frustration as well. Everything that he has to push down and keep bottled up because, aside from Gladio and Prompto, no one would be able to understand.

"Thank you," he says softly as Prompto helps him out of the elevator and into the damp, musty smelling corridor. It was more than obvious that no one came down here in years. Ignis' sense of smell could pick up the stuffy scent of mold, water dripping somewhere and general dampness from being underground.

If his memory serves him right, the room should be to the right and down the hall. Big, black marble door, engraved with gold, like everything else. The room itself should resemble tombs of the Ancestors they visited. Only this time... it would be Noct lying on the table, sword in his hand.

"Gladio is there?" Ignis doesn't hear him move.