The gaslight flickered low in the basement of the Galleria estate, casting long, skeletal shadows across the floorboards. Eureka sat on a rickety stool, her fingers stained with ink and grease, staring intently at the brass lantern sitting on the table before her.
Instantly, Eureka's physical senses faded, replaced by the sensory input of the puppets. She was standing in a corridor of shifting, living stone. The walls of the Galleria labyrinth were lined with pulsing blue veins of mana, and the air was thick with a heavy, sweet-smelling fog that would have melted human lungs. The squad moved forward in perfect, clicking unison. Labyrinth of Galleria: The Moon Society
The brigade pressed deeper, navigating past hidden pit traps and walls that seemed to move when unobserved. Finally, they reached a chamber bathed in an eerie, violet glow. In the center of the room, resting on a pedestal of bone, was a small, ornate silver music box. The gaslight flickered low in the basement of
The soul pulsed with a warm, blue light, signaling its readiness. She was standing in a corridor of shifting, living stone