They entered Malhotra's mindscape with a feeling akin to stepping into a fortress under siege. The atmosphere was dark, oppressive, a far cry from the peaceful silence it had once held. The fabricated memory they'd planted was already doing its job, spreading like wildfire. They felt the presence of the Order, sensing their attempts to dismantle the memory's grip on Malhotra's subconscious.
Ayan motioned toward Nitya, signaling her to follow him through a narrow, winding path. The trail was laden with subtle traps, echoes of memories designed to lead them astray, but they stayed focused, slipping past each obstacle in turn. As they moved deeper, the mindscape shifted, morphing into a cold, sterile corridor—one that led directly to the restricted zones.
