Sector 3 was not merely a section of the dungeon; it was a sprawling, subterranean labyrinth of architectural arrogance and logistical nightmare, designed by a committee of sadistic goblins who possessed an overactive appreciation for sliding metal walls and sudden, unwarranted drops into boiling brine. Normally, Rivenox navigated these corridors with the graceful, menacing glide of an Overlord who knew every hidden pressure plate and false-floored hallway by heart. Today, however, his stride was severely compromised by the four feet of indestructible, neon-pink magical cord tethering him to the most relentlessly righteous paladin this side of the continent."If you lean an inch to the left again," Rivenox hissed through clenched teeth, his crimson eyes narrowing as his expensive Italian leather shoe clipped a jagged outcropping of native basalt, "I am going to throw myself off the nearest suspension bridge and take you with me."Kaelira’s jaw tightened, her pristine silver gauntlet c