Monica
*The storm riders enter the dungeon. True to its name, the maze of moving walls and gates would make a minotaur feel like home. Worse yet, there was still water on the ground. Welp, time to navigate and press buttons.*
Dennis
There was nothing else he could do but come to a stop. The young mechanic forced to reassess their change of scenery as he lost sight of the floating heart.

"D-Damn..." Furo panted as he wiped sweat from his forehead. Even with Sapphire and Brad trying to make a pathway, running water was still running water. Going against it and with no idea for how long put a massive strain on his stamina. Being neither the most durable nor the fastest member, he underestimated the undertaking leading the group forward.

His lower physical parameters ay least meant it was harder to leave the rest behind.

Panting and taking the time necessary to soak in the new decor, he would be hard pressed to believe they were anywhere besides the dungeon.

"Haa... Ha... The hostages...," His lungs burned making it difficult to turn his thoughts into words, but it should be obvious to the rest that they were close to completing one of their two main objectives. It may not have been the dreaded machine bolstering the castles forces, it should still put a damper of the machinations at play and save further lives.
Dessie
Sapphire coming in close behind Furo felt her magic begin to fade as she struggled to keep a dry path going by pushing the water away. Even with Brad's help of freezing it, it still leads to her own body beginning to give in from exhaustion. 

"That... That should count as my cardio work out for the day. Whew!" She let out a loud sigh of relief as she held onto the nearby wall to keep her up.

Taking the moment to gather herself and her energy she looked at the maze they would have to conquer. "This shouldn't be too bad to figure out "

Pushing herself off the wall and walking a bit ahead of Furo she scanned the area around them.
Ginny
*Much better off in the stamina department, albeit less so on the magical front, Brad was at the very least still upright as they reached the dungeon. As the water level fell, he released his grip on the waves, letting them liquefy as they entered the new area proper.*

*His veins still burned from the use of magic, though. Finally letting his concentration slip, he shook out his wrist, taking a few deep inhales.* "Woah. This place is pretty huge." *He paused.* "Makes back home look tiny." *That was technically not a lie. His parents' suburban home was much, much smaller than even the waterway alone. Felt just as prison-y though.*

*Brad looked ahead to Cid as the group fanned out.* "Look familiar? Don't think we're gettin' outta 'ere unless yer navigatin'. Unless ya let me bust through the wall."
Andrew
Used to running a wide patrol on the daily, Icidro looks _winded,_ yes, but not nearly to the same degree as his companions. No, the caballero was familiar with this hike, even if it took some getting used to again; It was the unfamiliarity that had him slowing down at times. That, along with the inconsistencies. Puzzlement radiates tangibly from Icidro the further into the castle they get.

"It's flooded, but all too familiar. I suppose, we should be thankful the mechanisms haven't rusted shut." Craning to peer around a corner, Icidro's gaze narrows at the cell blocks before looking back to the others, "... But, I'm at a loss."

"You would think the dungeons to be the best place to hold prisoners, yes? But they've not kept with the upkeep. Do you see anyone here but us?"