Selene took a breath, forcing calm over the storm of her thoughts. She needed to find a way out. She could not stay here.
She called on her Insight.
Her vision shifted, colors dulling as the world around her sharpened.
The corridor twisted and turned, and hidden paths revealed themselves.
She saw the faint glow of traps set into the walls and floor, their dangerous energy pulsing.
She also saw faint trails—shadows of movements that were not hers. Someone had been here before. The paths they took were like ghostly imprints.
Selene followed them.
Her steps were quiet, her breathing steady. She avoided the traps with careful precision, slipping past pressure plates and stepping over thin wires. The corridor felt endless, but she did not stop.
The illusion of Rose still lingered in her mind. His voice, his face—all too real. She hated how easily the dungeon manipulated her. How it made her doubt her senses.