Trevor kept the pace deliberate. Too fast and the unstable floor would punish them. Too slow and the cold would settle into bone and core. The network handled the constant micro-adjustments without verbal noise—Rhea and Lisa testing every step, Elena tracking structural integrity and body temperature, Mia holding barriers in reserve, Caroline watching for ambush angles, Vespera and Seraphine trading cold and light in a continuous low-output rhythm.
The next wave came from the walls themselves.
