"Damn it," Mikhailis muttered.
"Where did they even come from?"
Rodion's voice was clipped, precise.
The mage in the group suddenly paused, his gaze sharpening. He looked down at the ground beneath him, his eyes narrowing as he extended one hand. He muttered something under his breath, the arcane energy swirling around him.
"Oh no," Mikhailis said, his heart sinking.
"Don't tell me…"
The mage's eyes widened, his voice growing louder.
"There's something below us!"
One of the warriors turned, gripping his weapon—a massive mace—before slamming it down into the ground. The impact sent a shockwave through the underground structure, the walls trembling as part of the tunnel collapsed. Dust and dirt filled the air, the ceiling cracking as debris fell.
