The corridor did not change.
That was the problem.
Arios walked at the front, his pace steady but cautious, eyes scanning the walls, floor, and ceiling in a continuous pattern. The stone was uniform, unmarked, and unnervingly consistent. No seams. No runes. No shifts in texture. It was the kind of design that suggested intent rather than laziness.
Lucy followed two steps behind him, her grip on her weapon relaxed but ready. She had stopped commenting on the silence several minutes ago. The longer they walked, the more obvious it became that the corridor was doing exactly what it was meant to do: stripping away stimulation and forcing thought inward.
Liza brought up the rear, occasionally glancing back even though there was nothing to see. Her movements were quieter than usual, her posture less loose. She was alert in a way that didn't rely on aggression.
No enemies appeared.
No traps triggered.
The dungeon did not rush them.
