The chamber was wide—too wide.
Lucian's boots stepped onto the pale stone floor, eyes scanning slowly. The walls curved into each other like a cracked sphere, edges flickering faintly with what looked like frozen lightning trapped in glass. The deeper they went, the heavier the air got. Not hot. Not cold. Just… thick. Like the dungeon was aware of them now.
The others followed behind him, quiet. Focused.
They didn't talk much anymore.
No jokes. No tension. Just that silent readiness.
Lucian stopped near the center and turned. His voice was low but clear.
"Reia. Scan the layout."
Reia nodded once. Her golden eyes flickered with faint rings of light. Her mind stretched out—far. Further than it ever could before. She didn't even have to close her eyes.
Her voice echoed in their minds next. Not words—images. A mental projection. A full map of the dungeon appeared in their shared consciousness. Hallways. Layers. Empty zones. Trapped segments. Loops.
