The hermetic door slid open with a soft, pneumatic hiss.
Zeraya hovered in the threshold, her sponsored gold armor clanking as she shifted her weight. The System's mandated overlay flickered at the edge of her vision, a constant reminder of her leash.
[Item: Vance-Sponsored Aegis. Charisma +50. Agility -40%. Warning: Armor emits continuous acoustic ping for broadcast tracking.]
She tossed a heavy, mana-shielded pouch onto the pristine floor, turning instantly back to the corridor to maintain her patrol route before the optical sensors registered the deviation.
The door sealed shut.
Allison dropped to her knees, tearing the seal off the pouch. The heavy smell of hyper-oxygenated humidity and raw copper flooded the sterile room. It was packed with black, wet loam, stained dark with fresh blood from Zeraya's sheared knuckles.
