In the stygian depths of the mountain, Keno and Jessica, the paradoxical pair, journeyed further into the surreal steel labyrinth. Keno, a rogue who danced on the fringes of the law, and Jessica, a staunch enforcer of it, found themselves thrust into an uneasy alliance by the twisted hands of fate. The stark metallic hallway echoed their hesitant footfalls, their progress marked by the unbroken rhythm of their steps.
As their path veered sharply to the right, Keno's gaze lingered on the angular precision of the corridor. The corners were unnaturally exact, cut with a geometric perfection that transcended the capabilities of any known blacksmith. He was no metalworker, but the craftsmanship of the tunnel was so advanced it staggered his comprehension.