Thinking with almost no information to support it was ultimately mere speculation, and Renato naturally reached no useful conclusions.
After waiting a little longer at the maze entrance, there was still no sign of the White-Haired Boy anywhere in sight.
The tower swayed more noticeably than before, and the steel floor beneath their feet gave off a faint, vibrating hum.
Renato judged that they could not afford to delay any longer. Every second they wasted diminished their chances of survival.
Thus, as soon as Klauthsura finished drawing the map and planning their route, the two immediately decided to head deeper into the maze of the "Guard Room."
The winding steel corridors stretched away in the faint blue light projected by the psionics device, every junction looking almost identical.
Gray metal walls, empty recesses set into them, pipes and conduits densely packed overhead...
Inert Iron Golems lay everywhere at their feet, their badly corroded joints twisted into all manner of strange positions.
Some golems had half their bodies wedged into cracks in the floor. Others were piled together like discarded machinery, covered in thick, dark red rust that blended into the surrounding corridor.
Renato walked at the front, his entire body wrapped in roiling black smoke, remaining constantly alert to the fallen golems.
Klauthsura followed close behind him, light from her psionics continually streaming from her golden, slit-pupiled eyes as she scanned for possible enemies nearby.
To prepare for a possible attack, Renato had cast Dakoul's Blessing in advance, transforming his mortal flesh into pure shadow that enveloped his entire body.
At the end of the maze stood the entrance to the top floor of the Tower of Pure White. Even though the Mage Tower had gone a thousand years without anyone supplying it with power, and most of its defenses