The dungeon stretched away from us like something designed by an architect who had never seen a straight line and didn't intend to start. Every surface had a faint pulse to it. The air sat heavy in the lungs, thick with something ancient. But somewhere in here, Ren was waiting to be found.
"Stay close," I told Seraphina, as we started into the twisting corridors. "Everything about this place is wrong. I don't want us separated."
"Agreed." Ice was forming on its own around her hands, her body answering the pressure before she told it to. "Can you sense him? Anything at all?"
I pushed my senses out through the enormous background hum of whatever power had built this place. It was like trying to hear a whisper in a thunderstorm. But slowly, I began to pick something out from it—something smaller, and familiar.
"This way." I turned towards a broad corridor that sloped down into the depths. "There's something… someone… further in."
