Cassandra stared at the room, her voice low but heavy with unease. "What happened here?" she muttered, stepping cautiously over the debris.
The smell of dust and metal hung in the air, mixing with the faint scent of something acrid, something burnt. Mara hesitated at the doorway, her hands gripping the edges of her cloak. "This place looks... wrong," she said quietly, her voice trembling. "Are you sure we're supposed to be here?"
Cassandra glanced back at her, her eyes sharp. "The slime brought us here," she said. "And look at this mess. Someone was here recently—someone who didn't leave quietly."
Mara shivered, glancing around the wreckage. "Maybe we're at the wrong place. Maybe—maybe we should leave before something finds us."
Cassandra's lips thinned. "You saw what those men were doing, how they followed us. They weren't just after us for fun. They know something, Mara. And whatever happened here might be connected to why."
