It was thick with an ancient stillness, the kind that spoke of untold centuries untouched by time. The corridor stretched ahead of them, vast and dimly illuminated by veins of blue energy pulsing through the stone walls. Their footsteps echoed softly, swallowed by the immense space.
Jude led the way, his senses on high alert. The deeper they went, the more he felt an undeniable pressure, something watching, waiting. The weight of history pressed down on them, heavy with unspoken warnings.
Nefertari ran her fingers along the glyphs lining the corridor, muttering translations under her breath. "These markings… they're different from the ones we've seen before. Less about the network's function, more about… containment."
"Containment?" Mira shot her a sharp look. "Containment of what?"
