The sterile chill of sub-level four bit into their skin as the security blast doors hissed open before the sovereign strike team.
Hidden beneath two hundred feet of solid granite, this deep subterranean vault housed the classified biological research repositories of Mercy Spire.
Nox leaned against the cold titanium bulkhead, his breathing shallow and labored as dark violet mana mist leaked between his clenched teeth.
The accumulated strain of overcharging his void domain across four consecutive S-Rank confrontations finally caught up to his physical body.
"Nox, sit down on this crate before your mana channels fracture completely!" Yeda pleaded, rushing to his side with desperate concern.
"I can still walk... we must secure the primary server core before Valerius initiates a remote memory purge," Nox gasped, clutching his chest.
"You will not take another step until we stabilize your core!" Yeda cried out, her eyes shining with terrified devotion.
