The resupply transport came and left quickly, leaving the newly equipped ASTF standing before the huge mouth of the Blackwood Iron Mine. The place was like a skeleton from long ago. Its entrance was surrounded by rusty cranes and old, broken mining machines. The air itself felt heavy and stagnant, filled with the smell of damp rock and old metal. It was a place that had been dead for a long, long time.

"Final checks," Seraph commanded, her voice sharp and clear against the howling wind. "Once we're in, we're on our own. Comms will be unreliable at best."

The team gave a series of clipped affirmations. Jonah adjusted the strap on his new supply pack, his heart pounding a slow, heavy rhythm against his ribs. He was ready.

"Alright," Seraph said, her gaze sweeping over her small, specialized team. "Let's go hunt a queen. Move in."

The moment they stepped over the threshold, the world changed. The dim, grey light of the Fells was swallowed whole, plunging them into a near-total, darkness. Their flashlights turned on, making weak lines through the heavy dark.

They weren't just in a mine, but a giant, confusing maze. The first tunnel split right away into many paths that crossed, broken hallways, and dark, open pits that dropped far down. The air was chilly and thick with the terrible smell of old metal and decay.

Almost immediately, their greatest assets were nullified.

The tunnels were tight, the ceilings low and jagged. "Can't summon Maul," Jonah said, his voice tight. "There's no room for him to even stand."

Nyx, his aerial scout, was equally useless. The rock ceiling blocked any chance of reconnaissance from above.

Jax, the Hunter, knelt, running his flashlight over the smooth rock floor. He let out a frustrated grunt. "Nothing. The ground's too hard, and this stink of rust and rot is covering everything. I can't track a damn thing in here. It's like being deaf and blind."

Titus and the other soldiers were visibly tense, their standard squad formations useless in the claustrophobic corridors. They were a military unit trained for open-field combat, for clear lines of sight and coordinated maneuvers. This environment was their worst nightmare. Every shadow could hide an enemy, and every corner promised an ambush. They felt claustrophobic, exposed, and completely blind.

Seraph came to a halt where three tunnels diverged into the darkness. She turned to Jonah, her face grim in the bright flashlight. The confidence she had outside was gone, replaced by a clear acceptance of their tough new situation

"We're blind in here," she said, her voice low and tense. "You're our eyes."

Every head turned to him. This was it. The responsibility weighed heavily on him. He nodded, forcing down the worry in his stomach.

He took point, moving to the front of the formation. First, he summoned Specter. The Phantom Weaver appeared in a silent shimmer, its camouflaged body already adapting to the dark rock. Without a word, it turned invisible and phased directly through a nearby wall, its multiple eyes scanning in every direction, a silent ghost exploring the maze.

"That's one eye," Jonah said. "Now for the other."

He reached into his Beast Space and called forth his newest creation. The Resonance Drone, a crystalline creature of vibrating wings and antennae, appeared in the air beside him.

"I'm calling it Echo," he said, more to himself than anyone else. He gave it a simple mental command.

Echo sent out a low frequency sonar pulse, not a powerful blast designed to harm, but a soft, probing wave that traveled through the rock. It was perfect for mapping the immediate area.

The effect inside Jonah's mind was instantaneous and breathtaking. Specter's visual feed - a multi-angled view of the surrounding tunnels fused with Echo's sonar data. A perfect, 3D real-time map of the maze-like mine bloomed in his consciousness. He didn't just see the path ahead; he saw everything. Every tunnel, every dead end, every hidden shaft, every unstable rockfall.

For a moment, the sheer amount of information was overwhelming, but he focused, pushing through the sensory overload.

"This way," he said, his voice filled with a newfound confidence. He pointed down the left-hand tunnel. "The center path leads to a collapse. The one on the right is a dead end."

He started walking, and the team followed, their flashlights shaking behind him. He led them through the twisting maze, calling out directions easily.

"Sharp left in twenty feet, there's a vertical shaft on the right, watch your step."

"The ceiling here is unstable. Single file, and stick to the left wall."

The soldiers behind him were uneasy. Jonah was finding his way through a dangerous, dark maze he'd never seen, like it was his own house

They had been moving for nearly an hour when Echo's sonar sent a jarring signal through his mind.

It was an intermittent, faint energy signature, buried in the rock wall to their right. It wasn't organic.

"Hold up," Jonah said, raising a hand. The team froze.

At the same time, Vanessa, who was walking beside him, stopped dead, her head cocked to one side. "Wait." Her runic senses, honed by weeks of studying the Artificer's data, were tingling with a warning. "There are artificial runes ahead. Faint. For surveillance, I think. Maybe traps."

Jonah nodded, pointing his flashlight at a seemingly normal section of the rock wall. "Echo's picking it up too. The signature is the same as the tech at Station Chimera."

The realization hit them all with the force of a physical blow. A cold dread, far worse than the fear of any monster, settled over the team.

"The Bureau," Seraph hissed, her voice a low. "They're not just watching from a distance. They have operatives or automated systems inside the mine."

The mission had just become infinitely more dangerous. They weren't just hunting a Broodmother. They were walking through a minefield laid by a shadowy government agency that wanted them dead. Jonah now knew, with absolute certainty, that he was navigating two battlefields at once.

He closed his eyes for a second, expanding the range of his search. He could see it now on his mental map – the faint, spiderweb-like energy signatures of the Bureau's surveillance network, placed at key junctions throughout the mine.

He opened his eyes, his expression grim but resolute. "I see them," he said, his voice quiet. "All of them."

His value to the team, to this mission, became undeniably clear once more. He wasn't just their guide through the darkness. He was their only hope of navigating the invisible war that was being waged all around them.

"Follow me," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. "And don't touch the walls."

He led them on, his path now a complex, winding route that actively avoided both the mine's natural dangers and the hidden eyes of their human enemies.