The entry point Byung had forced through the rock wall was still there, the edges jagged and raw where stone had given way under pressure. He went in first, the tunnel folding around him, and the three sisters followed without a word. Thulga had to angle her shoulders slightly to fit through the gap, and Mazga nearly caught her hair on a protruding edge before Roktha grabbed her by the collar and hauled her through.
The moment Byung straightened on the other side, something was wrong.
He couldn't place it immediately. The tunnel looked the same, same low ceiling, same rough walls, same darkness swallowing the path ahead. But it felt different. Shifted, like someone had rearranged a room you'd memorized in the dark and moved everything three inches to the left. He stood still, eyes scanning, running the layout against what he remembered.
