[Vel'ryr]
The sound of their footsteps echoed through the vast, sterile hallways of the lab complex, the lights flickering overhead. Lyraeth bounced energetically, darting ahead, her bright eyes gleaming, while Isabella walked slightly behind, her posture tense and shoulders hunched. The corridor they traversed was lined with walls of sleek, cold metal, interspersed with cumbersome glass panels revealing figures in lab coats hurriedly moving about in distant laboratories.
"Come on, Isabella." Lyraeth exclaimed. She turned to her fellow Inheritor, her arms wide open, as if expecting an audience to celebrate her. "This place is practically begging for a showdown! Think about all the cool gadgets we could swipe on our way out!"
Isabella rolled her eyes, looking around nervously. She glanced over her shoulder, her voice flat, "I think it's begging for us to save those held here and leave quietly, you know, before we get caught. Sneaky, Lyraeth. We need to be sneaky."
