As if sensing their presence, the first row of stone pillars groaned. A massive, interlocking grid of razor-sharp iron scythes dropped from the ceiling, swinging across the path in a rhythmic, deafening cadence. The speed of the pendulum blades left absolutely zero room for error.
"Allow me," Requiem rumbled.
The heavy warrior stepped forward, unslung his massive greatsword, and timed the swing of the primary blade perfectly. He jammed the reinforced edge of his weapon directly into the central gear mechanism housing the ceiling traps.
The metal screamed under the pressure, sparks flying into the dark as Requiem held the crushing weight of the machinery static using sheer, brute force.
"Move. Now," Requiem grunted.
Rin darted forward like a shadow, his boots barely making contact with the stone as he bypassed the jammed blades. Lyra followed close behind, laughing as she leaped through a narrow gap between two swinging irons.
