Rex cautiously scanned the room, his plasma short sword humming faintly in his hand. His eyes darted to every corner, every shadow, but there was nothing—no movement, no heat signatures, no signs of the noise he'd heard earlier.
"Mini Cleo, did you find anything with the scanner?" he asked, his voice steady but laced with tension.
"Negative, Master," Mini Cleo chirped, sitting cross-legged on his shoulder like a smug little sentinel. "There's nothing here except you, me, and the crowbar." She gestured toward the tools in his hands as if to prove her point.
Rex frowned, still unconvinced. "Hmm... well, change of plans. I'll just destroy the wall," he said, letting out a small sigh.
Mini Cleo gave an excited cheer. "Yay! Destruction time!"
