The emergency beacon's light pulsed through the darkness like a dying heartbeat.
My team formed up behind me, weapons ready, faces grim. We'd just carved through an entire wing of this nightmare dungeon in record time. Victory was within our grasp. The Boss Chamber waited somewhere ahead, unguarded, uncontested.
And now this.
"Well," Raphael said, cracking his knuckles with a sound like snapping twigs. "Looks like the silver-spoon brigade ran into something they couldn't buy their way out of."
Nobody laughed.
Through the translucent resin wall that separated our wings, I could see shapes moving in the Sentinels' corridor. Not the ordered formation they'd marched in with. This was chaos. Bodies scattering like roaches when you turn on the lights.
"Juan." My voice came out flat. "What exactly triggers those beacons?"
