The Catacombs Hold Their Secrets

They exchanged a meaningful glance. Neither of them was the type to panic. They'd both seen enough battlefields to keep their emotions in check, but worry thrummed under the surface. They'd been assigned to protect Mikhailis, to ensure his safety no matter what. Right now, with half the corridor collapsed, and a group of Technomancers obviously lying in wait, that felt like a tall order. But giving up was never an option.

Vyrelda stood, slipping the scroll into a pouch on her hip. "We'll take a quick look around," she suggested, already scanning the corridor walls for any cracks or hidden passages. Her voice had that calm, methodical edge, like she was sorting through solutions in her head. "There must be another route."