The cable clicks into place, and the chamber bleeds red. Ceiling panels hum. The maintenance drone drops from above, metal shell dull with anti-magic plating, sensors snapping straight onto Cassiel.
The doors slam shut behind them. The pulse starts, a harsh vibration in the bones, meant to shake loose any supernatural reinforcement and expose whatever is hidden.
Sona Sitri
It is tracking you specifically. That means the network already has your signature.
Cassiel satanael
Then this node is the answer. If I break it, the whole reconnaissance chain should lose the shape it is using.
Cassiel steps into the pulse instead of backing away. The red light skates over him, but the chamber around the drone feels narrower now, like the room itself is deciding where authority sits.
Sona Sitri
Good. If he can pin it here, I can cut the rest of the feeds before they recover.
Destroy the maintenance drone