The unit advanced deeper into the corrupted city, their formation tightening as the ambient wrongness intensified with each passing kilometer.
Rey maintained his position within the group while his enhanced perception catalogued the escalating danger.
The spatial distortions were becoming severe enough that simple navigation required constant mystical correction. Buildings that appeared distant would suddenly loom directly ahead, while paths that seemed straight revealed themselves as spiraling impossibilities when actually traversed.
"Halt," Paladin Commander Seraphine ordered suddenly, her detection techniques identifying something that made her expression harden with concern.
The unit stopped immediately, weapons raised and mystical defenses activated.
For several seconds, nothing happened.
Just oppressive silence broken only by the distorted sounds of the corrupted city settling around them.
