The stairs ended beneath their feet.
The space that opened below was vast and wrong in its scale. Tunnels stretched out in every direction, dozens bleeding into hundreds, hundreds dissolving into thousands. Some were wide enough for entire formations to march through. Others narrowed into jagged throats that vanished into darkness after only a few meters. Stone walls bore scars of old excavation and newer violence, claw marks and fractured supports hinting at movement far deeper than sight could reach.
It was not a place meant to be understood at a glance.
It was a maze.
Valttair took a single step forward and stopped. The structure did not invite haste. Each corridor felt capable of swallowing an entire unit without leaving a trace behind. The kind of place where a wrong choice could not be undone.
The air felt different.
He turned his head slightly toward Elenara.
