Alen and Beatrix both felt it in their bones, whatever they were about to witness wasn't going to be good. The air itself seemed heavy with dread. But neither of them could move, nor intervene. They were deep inside enemy territory, surrounded by the unknown.
This facility had clearly been operating for years. That meant whatever horrors were about to unfold had likely been happening for just as long. To rush in now would risk everything, their mission, the evidence, and their lives.
So they endured it. Whatever came next, they would bear it.
The men at the control console finished adjusting their runes and pressed a few buttons. A low hum filled the room, followed by a sharp, electric vibration in the air.
Alen's senses flared. "That's mana," he whispered. "A massive surge of it."
