[In One Of The Tunnels.]
The chaotic, scrambled energy signature of the unrefined crystals pulsed against the cavern walls, creating a natural blind spot that even high-tier surveillance magic couldn't pierce.
Mirabella looked over her shoulder at her team, who were quietly following behind them, and nodded lightly: the faint glow of the labyrinth hiding the calculating gleam in her eyes.
'This will confuse those old men.' She thought, confident that the Eagle Empire's Level 500 watchers were currently flying in circles, completely blind to their true movements. Having shaken their unwanted audience, she turned her head ahead:
"Stop."
The command was absolute, carrying the weight of a seasoned adventurer who knew the exact coordinates of every lethal trap in the zone. The group came to a stop, staring at Mirabella in confusion: their boots grinding against the loose, calcified dust of the tunnel floor.
