Female Knights' Silent Infiltration (1)

Cerys and Vyrelda moved through the darkened corridors of the Technomancer data vault with silent determination. The place smelled like metal shavings and old arcane fumes, a mix that hung heavy in the stagnant air. Strange, glowing sigils lined the walls—none that Cerys recognized, but all of them pulsing faintly in the gloom. Their flickering lights cast unsettling shadows across the stone floor, sometimes making it feel as though something larger than them was watching from the corners.

Cerys, the Lone Wolf with her striking red ponytail and impassive face, led the way. Every footstep she took was measured, each movement honed by years of survival and relentless training. She wore dark leathers that didn't reflect the faint light, helping her merge into the dim surroundings. Her emerald eyes, sharp and ever-watchful, flicked from one end of the corridor to the other, ready for any threat.