The corridor leading to the dungeon's heart was no safe passage. If anything, it was a secondary trial—the Velkarin version of attrition warfare. A test to drain your last resources before you reached what mattered most.
Raven moved quickly, Duskrunner just behind him, their boots and claws skimming across scorched alloy.
The corridor curled in arcs, floor warped with old detonation scars. Red glyphs flickered weakly underfoot like dying veins. Pipes hissed from the ceiling where containment seals had broken. Faint groans echoed through the structure, as if something still breathed in the walls.
Some still dripped glowing coolant in slow rivulets, leaving slick trails across the alloy floor. The acrid smell bit at the back of Raven's throat—chemical, synthetic, and old. Like the dungeon itself was bleeding out.
Ahead, motion.
A metal shriek.
[Enemy Detected – Arc Welder Unit x5]
