"The electromagnetic interference in this junction tube is climbing past three thousand teslas," Vasa warned, tapping the distortion graphs on her handheld scanner.
"The air itself smells like ozone and burnt platinum," Serian observed, keeping his weapon trained on the glowing hexagonal corridor ahead.
"Look at the crystalline pylons embedded along the tunnel ribs," Jax said, pointing his dagger toward four massive black pillars humming in resonance.
"Those are S-Rank Void-Inversion Pylons," Vasa announced, her eyes widening as she decrypted the embedded corporate system logs.
"They are vibrating at the exact inverse harmonic frequency of Nox's spatial mana," Ava reported through her optical scope.
"Director Kest spent twenty million credits commissioning this trap from off-world engineers," Kendra said, resting her tungsten wrench against her shoulder.
