The circuit lines were a map.
Rean understood this within the first five minutes of standing on the dungeon floor with nine other hunters and the residual warmth of a recovering system running through the stone beneath their feet. The lines were not decorative — not the architectural flourish of a dungeon designer with aesthetic priorities. They were functional in the specific way that infrastructure was functional, the way roads were functional. They connected points to points. They moved something from somewhere to somewhere else.
And they all led somewhere.
Not just to the convergence point where the entity had been sitting. That had been a node — significant, the largest concentration, the point where the most lines met, but not the terminus. He crouched at the convergence point and looked at the line distribution from ground level and what the lower angle revealed was that the lines did not end here.
They passed through it.
