Elara's gaze was sharp as she considered their options. "There's a storage room two floors down that should still be intact. It's heavily warded—used for storing magical artifacts. If the wards are still holding, it could serve as a temporary base. We can gather supplies along the way."
"And if the wards aren't holding?" Amberine asked, her voice tense as she considered the possibilities.
Elara's cold eyes flicked toward her, the barest hint of annoyance in her gaze. "Then we'll find another option," she replied, her tone flat. "But it's the best chance we have. Unless you have a better idea?"
