– A maze of crystalline walls that emitted a scent of brine. The walls shifted with each breath Lara took, testing her resolve. At the center lay a pedestal holding a single Nitre shard, pulsing faintly. Lara had to retrieve it without breaking the balance of the maze, lest the whole city collapse.

Inside, the air tasted different. Cold, but not stale. Like the air in a cave that opens to somewhere else. Dust motes hung motionless in the slats of light from the broken roof. And on the far wall, written in the same brown tape, was another word.