The swirling vortex in the center of the chamber pulsed with blinding light, throwing eerie shadows across the walls. Ethan instinctively stepped back, shielding his eyes from the brilliance. The deep, resonant voice that had echoed through the chamber reverberated in his chest, sending a chill down his spine.
"Alright, that's new," Tazra muttered over the comms, her voice laced with concern. "Want to tell me what's going on down there, Captain?"
"Hold tight, Tazra," Ethan replied, his tone steady despite the chaos. "We're working on it."
Lillith stepped forward, her crimson saber ignited and casting a faint glow around her. "The voice, it's connected to this place. Whatever it is, it's ancient."
Rethia's eyes narrowed, her amphibious features calm but calculating. "This energy feels… alive. It's not Reaver, but it's not entirely benign, either."
