Arachne stood beside Meg, occasionally offering quiet corrections or pointing out structural weak points in the Spire's lower defenses that Meg might have missed. Scarlet lounged in a chair, sharpening one of her daggers with a whetstone, occasionally interjecting with cynical comments about the Spire's likely kill zones.
"They'll have psionic dampeners around the divination sanctums," Scarlet said, not looking up from her blade. "And probably some nasty energy leeches in the conduit corridors. Standard high-security playbook. Try not to get your brain scrambled or your fancy powers sucked dry, Boss."
"We won't be there long enough for it to matter," Fin stated, though he filed away Scarlet's warning. Psionic interference was a concern.
A faint chime echoed from the main hall. A soft, almost melodic sound, utterly out of place in the castle's ancient stone silence.
All four of them froze.
