The Iron Fortress was a masterwork of mechanical precision, every corridor perfectly aligned with every joint and rivet placed with mathematical exactness.
The walls thrummed with the pulse of some vast engine buried deep within the structure while the air carried the constant hiss of steam venting through pipes that ran like veins through the metal body of the floor.
"This place is alive." Ren kept his shield raised despite the absence of immediate threats, his eyes scanning every shadow. "In a way the other floors weren't."
"The Iron Fortress is semi-sentient, so it observes and learns and adapts to whatever you throw at it." Dante led them through a corridor that matched his memories almost perfectly. "The longer we're inside, the more it understands how we fight."
"Wonderful." Astrid's voice dripped sarcasm as she cracked her knuckles. "A floor that gets smarter the more we kill."
