[color=aba000][h2]Regis Meynolt[/h2][/color]

[color=aba000][i]That's not a good omen,[/i][/color] Regis silently noted as he witnessed something darting away down the hallway.  Judging by its glowing red light- and the near-impossibility of anything living in this sealed ruin for this long- it had to be a robot.

While Regis' suit could withstand the mana and his executables of water and gravity should be able to keep threats at bay, these hazards would be immensely more dangerous together.  His executables couldn't be relied on to function properly in this mana-choked corridor, and any harm inflicted upon his suit could let the mana in.

Regis headed back to the exit.  Sometimes, it was prudent to return to the surface, take a breath, and prepare before delving too far into the depths.

[color=aba000]"Regis here.  I just spotted what looked like an active robot in the lower levels.  I couldn't get a good look at it, other than a glowing red light on it."[/color] he spoke into his comms, warning the rest of the expedition that they weren't alone in here.

Now that he had reported what he had seen, there was one other matter he needed to tackle before taking another dive into the passages.

[color=aba000]"Execute: Cetacean Adaptation B,"[/color] he began, starting the command for a divine executable.  The dark, obscured, and not-unoccupied corridors demanded more keen senses than what could be achieved with a headlamp and diving suit viewport.  And even if he chose not to venture down there again, he didn't want to risk letting anything sneak up on him.