The team stepped cautiously into a narrow, well-lit corridor that stretched endlessly before them. The soft amber glow from sconces on the brick walls provided an unsettling warmth in the otherwise oppressive underground labyrinth. The smooth, polished stones beneath their boots were a stark contrast to the jagged terrain they had traversed earlier.
“This place is different,” Ghost whispered, his voice barely audible over the faint hum of electricity. “It’s… too clean.”
Viper glanced at the lights, her fingers brushing the wall. “Electricity. Someone—or something—is maintaining this. We’re not alone down here.”
“Stay sharp,” Rook ordered, his tone clipped. He signaled for the team to move forward in formation, his eyes scanning for traps.
As they advanced, a faint sound echoed through the corridor—a rhythmic clicking, almost like the ticking of a clock. Shadow paused, tilting her head to listen. “That’s not mechanical,” she said, her voice tense. “It’s… organic.”