The deeper they ventured into the Blind Spot, the more the architecture shifted. The rusted, industrial grating of the upper levels gave way to pristine, sterile white hallways that looked disturbingly out of place in the bowels of the earth.
This was a high-tech facility. Syndicate money. Syndicate aesthetics.
Alvian moved silently, his [Vestments of the Void Monarch] rendering him nearly invisible in the dim emergency lighting. Valeria walked behind him, her heavy boots surprisingly quiet. She had recovered some stamina thanks to a potion Alvian had tossed her, but her mana was still critically low.
"Check your corners," Alvian whispered. "Automated defenses are likely."
As if on cue, a turret dropped from the ceiling ahead.
[System Warning: Sentry Turret - Mk IV]
[Damage Type: Mana Bolt]
Before it could charge, Alvian threw a shard of ice. He didn't use a skill; he just used his monstrous Strength stat to flick a piece of debris he had frozen.
"PING!"
