They moved on. The darkness was thick and heavy, and as used to it as Axel might have been, this still wasn't the best situation to be in, especially with a rookie in tow. But still, they'd get to the bottom of it. He at least knew the layout of the tunnels pretty well, by now, so they wouldn't be getting lost in a hurry. Eventually...

"Right. Generator room. ...Huh."

He could hear something in here. Fizzing sounds, squeaking noises. Axel let the fireball he was holding orbit freely with the others, reached out, and gave the door a good yank.

It looked like they'd gotten to the heart of the problem. ...Or the Heartless of it. A small crew of Yellow Operas were bobbing around the generator room ceiling: and parked on the generator itself, a larger Heartless. Was it - sucking the juice out of it?

"Bingo!"