Noel crossed the threshold first.
Revenant Fang rested firmly in his hand, familiar and steady, its weight grounding him rather than slowing him down. He didn't hesitate. Not because he was careless, but because his role was clear. Whatever waited inside, he would face it first. If something struck, it would strike him before anyone else.
Elyra followed close behind, posture composed, eyes sharp and alert. Elena stepped in next, magic quietly gathered beneath her skin, senses stretched thin as she read the air. Laziel brought up the rear, staff held tighter than usual, every sound inside the building keeping him on edge.
Noir stayed at Noel's side.
The moment they entered, her nose lifted, body angling slightly as she followed the trail deeper within.
'The smell is much stronger here,' her voice echoed in their minds. 'This is where it leads.'
That was enough.
The tension settled instantly. Shoulders stiffened. Breathing slowed. Everyone was alert now.
