The tunnel leading to the "repository" felt less like a passage and more like an artery. The walls pulsed with a soft, rhythmic light, and the air grew thick with mana so dense it was like breathing syrup.
Thankfully, only Qwy and I were seeing and sensing these changes.
To normal people, this place would seem like any other dungeon corridor... just a little eerie.
Qwy led the way, her flight now a series of graceful, gliding movements, her form seeming to absorb the ambient atmospheric Mana.
Through our bond, I felt a profound sense of rightness, as if she were a key sliding smoothly into a lock the more time passed inside the dungeon.
"Are you sure about this, Miss Aria?" Cass finally whispered, his voice barely disturbing the heavy silence. "This mana... it doesn't feel welcoming. It feels... proprietary."
The worries came from not only his mage's intuition, but also his innate sensitivity to danger.
