"Myne," he said, his tone quiet but commanding. "Keep the team alert. I don't think we've seen the last of this place's tricks."
"Already on it," she replied, adjusting the straps on her gauntlets. "If something else shows up, I'll make sure it regrets it."
Aiden smirked faintly but said nothing. His mind was already working through the possibilities, planning contingencies for whatever might come next.
At the navigation console, Liam was frowning. His translucent fingers danced over the glowing controls, but his form flickered erratically, a sure sign that the interference was taking a toll. "The distortion's getting worse. We're flying blind at this point—navigating by feel more than anything."
Aiden placed a hand on the console, steadying the ship as another ripple of turbulence rocked it. "Can you keep us steady?"
