The depths of the Theotech Vault stretched before the Vandasisimo like an endless, shifting nightmare.
Its scale was incomprehensible, a labyrinthine structure of spiraling alien architecture that seemed alive, twisting and rearranging with an eerie fluidity.
The fractal geometry of the Vault defied logical comprehension; corridors would expand or contract without warning, and what appeared to be a straight path one moment would spiral into an impossible angle the next.
Using my greater existential height, I could perceive the progress of Vandasisimo's struggle.
Each team that ventured deeper was met with challenges that tested their coordination, strength, and sanity.
The first major obstacle was the Vault's traps—puzzles designed not just to harm, but to disorient and confuse.
One team encountered a corridor lined with crystalline walls that reflected their movements with perfect accuracy.