Floor 1 - The War Room
Maira stood alone in the center of the obsidian command center. The magical monitors that usually displayed crisp, high-definition feeds of the dungeon were dissolving into static.
"Signal integrity at 12%," Maira whispered, tapping the obsidian console with a manicured nail. "Interference from biological density is increasing. Sir?" Maira pressed two fingers to her earpiece, her brow furrowed. "Reed? Do you copy? The signal is degrading."
She pressed the comms rune.
"Sir? Lord Reed? Do you copy?"
Krr-zzzt... heavy... interference... krr-zzzt...
"The biometrics are scrambling," she whispered, tapping the glass of the main console. The tracking dots representing Reed, Seraphine, Grika, and Terra were flickering, their mana signatures being swallowed by a massive, overwhelming biological signal coming from below.
It was like trying to track a candle inside a forest fire.
