Sudden Gust of Wind

"Maybe spikes. Maybe worse." Scott took a cautious step forward, testing the floor. Nothing happened, but the magnetic pull was already trying to drag his belt buckle toward the wall. He unclasped it quickly, letting the leather strip fall. "Lighten the load. Anything metal, drop it now."

Mark tossed his utility knife aside, watching as it zipped to the wall and stuck with a metallic clang. "We good?"

Scott nodded. "Good enough. Let's move."

They stepped forward together, each movement calculated. The first few meters were deceptively simple—flat ground, no apparent traps. But as they approached the midpoint, the magnetic pull intensified. Scott felt it tug at the buttons of his shirt, the small metallic rivets in his boots. He ground his teeth. "This is going to get nasty fast."