The damp air pressed against Rina's skin as the two of them descended deeper into the dungeon.
The faint blue glow of the crystals lining the walls cast long shadows on the moss-covered floor.
Rudy moved ahead, his steps silent, his hand brushing against the wall as if feeling the mana currents within it.
They had been walking for hours, yet neither spoke. The silence between them was not empty — it was focused.
Each of them knew what they were here for.
"Third chamber up ahead," Rudy murmured, his voice low, roughened by disuse.
Rina adjusted her gloves, the faint shimmer of enchantments running along the threads. "And the readings?"
"Unstable. Too unstable. But that's exactly why we came," Rudy replied.
Her lips curved slightly. "Good."
The chamber opened before them — vast, circular, and lined with jagged fragments of old runes. The air was heavy, humming faintly with power that shouldn't have been there anymore.
