The morning after the Great Surcharge Standoff, a new, and deeply strange, status quo had settled over the dungeon. The four mages from the so called "Anomalous Sanctuaries Research Unit," having paid their "Premium Access Fee," were now quietly and methodically setting up their bizarre equipment around the lobby.
One mage was carefully placing a series of glowing, rune-etched crystals in a perfect, circular pattern, muttering about "creating a stable aetheric resonance field." Another was levitating a humming silver orb that seemed to be taking temperature and humidity readings, occasionally jotting down a note on a floating piece of parchment. They completely ignored my team, their faces a mask of pure, academic purpose.
