Nexus || Tony
The golden hue of the thread glinted between the vicious claws that held it, and for a moment Nexus' trained eyes were mesmerised despite himself. The only sound that echoed was the eerie chanting of the cultists, somehow watered down by the acoustics of the chamber to sound far away, and Nexus assumed the domed shape of the room was to focus all energies - including those sound-based - into the channel at the dome's apex.
Tony's steady, quiet breathing was all he could sense of him, and he glanced at him to see Tony's eyes scanning the room, looking for a way through that wouldn't take them into the ring.