"Careful," I whispered.
Kyrion inclined his head in silent acknowledgement. Step by step, we navigated the swirling haze of mana, eyes peeled for any flicker of constructs. Each footfall rang hollow in the corridor, each breath reverberating painfully. The fortress truly felt alive now, like an organism in the midst of a fierce immune response.
At last, we passed the reactor point without incident. My shoulders loosened a fraction, though tension still coiled in my gut. We had a short corridor ahead, then a turn that might lead us toward the maintenance areas. The plan was a gamble at best, but it beat waiting around for an army of mechanical soldiers to tear us apart.
"Let's move," I said, my voice cutting through the gloom.
Kyrion nodded, and we pushed onward.
