The next three days passed in a blur of preparation, each hour meticulously planned and executed with the precision of someone who knew that survival depended on proper planning.
Day 4:
Zeph spent the majority of the day hunched over Marcus's intelligence files about the ruins, his eyes scanning every detail, every notation, every warning scrawled in the margins . He memorized the floor layouts from the preliminary surveys, committing each corridor, each chamber, each potential chokepoint to memory with an intensity born of necessity. The architectural patterns suggested something ancient, something that predated modern understanding of dungeon formation, which only made the whole endeavor more dangerous and unpredictable.
