Rebecca watched in awe as the entire dungeon shifted and restructured itself. Did they make this? Or was this some sort of old world contraption? She moved beside Nina and focused intently on every detail of this new environment. She watched as the Bronzor somehow drew a glowing symbol on the floor, that opened up into a previously unseen trap door. Well, that wasn’t really very mechanical. In fact, that was downright occult. Though that wasn’t really out of place, either, considering what they’d already run up against so far. She took a moment to record the symbol in her own sketchbook before putting it away and looking down into the trapdoor. Nina suggested that they all jump down it.

	“Well,” The Ralts said in agreement. “Leap before you think, I guess!” She jumped down the hole, holding back a hiss as she reacted to the cold metal floors. As she looked around, she realized that the decor somewhat reminded her of the bunker near her own home, though it was far from an exact match. It was far more foreboding, to start. She quietly hummed a Lucky Chant as she proceeded through the area, coating the ragtag team in that faint shielding aura. She got the feeling that they would need that extra bit of luck.