The vibration hadn't stopped. Rhian's grip tightened around Nia, still cradled in his arms.
He picked up speed, eyes flicking along the walls as he moved deeper.
Every step forward came with that same pressure rising from the ground.
His wrist buzzed faintly.
He raised it, slowing just long enough to read the screen. The green glow pulsed softly.
[F Grade Threat Detected.]
He frowned. That should've meant nothing. He was stronger now. But this still didn't sit right.
That pressure wasn't coming from something charging blindly.
He caught movement ahead. One form, then two. They weren't walking in, they were sliding directly out of the walls.
One phased from the ceiling above, another from the right, one more behind.
Pale, tall, and formless in detail, their limbs were long and thin, their skin like faded fog, twitching unnaturally.
Then the first attack came.
One lunged from his left, arm slashing forward as it snapped into solidity.
