The maintenance chamber breathed like a wounded beast, each pulse of the flickering lamp throwing long shadows across rusted panels and damp stone. Water dripped steadily from a fractured pipe above, the sound echoing too loudly in the cramped space, as if the city itself were counting their heartbeats.Jake stayed seated against the wall, one arm wrapped around Cael, who had finally stopped sobbing but still trembled with every shallow breath. Elen remained near the tunnel entrance, her glow dimmed again, though tension coiled in her posture like a drawn wire.“We can’t stay here,” Jake said quietly after a moment. “They’ll sweep the tunnels next.”“Yes,” Elen agreed. “The Walkers will map every branch once the panic settles. This place will not remain blind for long.”Cael lifted his head slowly. His eyes were red, but there was something steadier in them now. “You said we need somewhere

Shelter Seven settled into a low, constant murmur, the sound of dampeners and recycled air blending into something almost soothing. Soft amber strips along the walls cast enough light to see without inviting attention, and the reinforced door remained sealed, its surface etched with layers of old transit codes and Underline markings.Jake lay back on the cot, one arm draped across his chest, eyes half-closed as his breathing finally evened out. Every muscle in his body protested, but the quiet gave him no choice but to feel it.Cael sat on the edge of the cot beside him, legs swinging slightly, watching Jake with worried eyes. Elen stood near the far wall, her glow reflecting faintly off the metal panels as she scanned the shelter’s systems.Kess lingered near the doorway, arms crossed, studying them like a puzzle she had not yet decided to solve.“You’ve got maybe a few hours before the city starts sniffing around this sector harder,&rd

The tunnels toward the lower archives narrowed into a jagged throat of concrete and steel, their walls layered with cables that pulsed faintly like veins beneath scarred skin. Kess led them with quick, confident strides, her augmented eye scanning corners before her human one ever needed to. Two Underline scouts followed at a distance, fading in and out of shadow as if the darkness itself had learned their shapes.Jake stayed close behind Kess, one hand pressed lightly to his side whenever the ache flared, the other never straying far from Cael. Elen walked at Cael’s other side, her glow reduced to a soft halo that barely kissed the floor.“Archive access is ahead,” Kess said quietly. “Old civic records, pre-Engine era. They stopped caring once all the data got absorbed into the network. But the structures are still there.”Cael glanced around, eyes wide. “It feels… heavier here,” he whispered. “Like the air