[Level Three — 3:51 PM]
The runes were disappearing faster than when they had come down.
The floor was changing — it looked like a combination of the liquid in lava lamps and rock.
The stone was losing the stability it had maintained for centuries, Level Three adjusting to the absence of the ritual that had fed it.
"Move faster," said Kira.
[Predator's Sense — maximum]
Her amber eyes swept across Level Three with the same precision she had used to read tracks on the road to Iron Pass. But this was different — not static traces but actively moving terrain.
"The central corridor is still open. The side passages are closing." She pointed.
"This way."
The team followed without argument.
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A rock from the ceiling fell three meters from Emily.
Not huge. The size of a head. But the way it fell — without warning — scared her a lot.
"Faster," said Maya.
Akari on her shoulders with her tails extended.
The nine-tailed fox on unstable ground used its tails as counterweights.
