"Where did they even come from?"
Rodion's voice was clipped, precise.
<Likely a response team. The base seems to be only branch; they must have sent reinforcements. They another name going for their main syndicate, other than the current one>
The mage in the group suddenly paused, his gaze sharpening. He looked down at the ground beneath him, his eyes narrowing as he extended one hand. He muttered something under his breath, the arcane energy swirling around him.
"Oh no," Mikhailis said, his heart sinking.
"Don't tell me…"
The mage's eyes widened, his voice growing louder.
"There's something below us!"
One of the warriors turned, gripping his weapon—a massive mace—before slamming it down into the ground. The impact sent a shockwave through the underground structure, the walls trembling as part of the tunnel collapsed. Dust and dirt filled the air, the ceiling cracking as debris fell.