The light faded.
Zain and Velra landed on solid ground as the teleportation glow dimmed.
The platform beneath them was cold metal, scratched with claw marks and strange stains.
A foul smell hit them at once—blood, rot, and something worse.
Zain looked around sharply. The air was heavy.
The lights flickered weakly overhead, casting long shadows along rusted walls and half-broken pipes.
He frowned.
"This doesn't feel like A-Zone."
Velra stepped forward, scanning the narrow corridor that stretched ahead.
The floor was damp. A faint drip echoed from somewhere in the darkness.
She raised her hand, a glow of pink ether lighting the space around them.
"It's not," she said calmly.
"We used one of the Beastkin Brood's teleportation platforms."
Zain turned his head slowly. "Meaning?"
Velra kept walking, boots clicking on metal.
"This is one of their hidden labs. Probably one of Syvarn's."
Zain followed her, arms folded. "He was the twisted one, right?"
