Will unzipped the flap of the Star-Crossed Hacienda and stepped back into the freezing air of the Iron Labyrinth. As he pulled the canvas down, collapsing the pocket dimension back into a mundane bundle, the atmosphere in the stairwell violently shifted.
The ambient grey lighting illuminating the massive shaft flickered, then snapped to an angry, warning red.
The Labyrinth knew they were here. The mechanical groaning of the structure changed pitch, escalating from a slow, patient grind into a frantic, high-speed shriek.
Above and below them, the walls began to unfold. Over a hundred Clockwork Lurkers and heavily armored automatons detached from the rusted architecture, unfurling from the ceiling like metallic gargoyles waking up to defend their territory. The sheer volume of moving iron made the entire platform vibrate.
