Zayne walked deeper into the pitch-black corridor, his footsteps echoing softly against the cold stone floor. The air was heavy, ancient—filled with dust and the faint metallic scent of old magic.
With a casual snap of his fingers, a glowing white orb of mana flickered into existence above his palm, illuminating the darkness with a soft radiance. Shadows danced along the cracked walls, revealing faint carvings and murals etched into the stone.
He slowed his pace, eyes glinting with mild curiosity.
"Computer," he said calmly, raising his wrist slightly, "use the surveillance bee-bot to capture these drawings and murals."
A faint beep came from his watch before a mechanical voice replied,
["Command accepted."]
A small metallic drone quietly detached from his wrist device, its wings humming faintly as it began scanning the walls, projecting light and recording every detail.
Zayne continued walking, his expression calm as ever.
