Dusk cast a violet glow across the shattered school courtyard as five Citadel scouts descended into the newly opened subterranean fissure.
"Watch your footing on the fractured rubble slope," the shield guardian cautioned, planting the butt of her shield into the loose gravel.
"The seismic shift exposed three levels of abandoned maintenance conduits beneath the boiler room."
"The ambient mana density down here is vibrating at ten times surface frequency," the frost mage reported, holding her diagnostic crystal aloft.
"The air tastes like ozone and crushed crystals."
"Look at the subterranean vault ahead," the dark-haired striker murmured, pointing her tungsten cutter toward an illuminated stone archway.
"The glow is pulsing with pure elemental resonance."
"The maintenance tunnels are completely dry despite the cracked water mains above," Emilia observed, running her fingers along the masonry.
