The silence of the basement was no longer the oppressive, sterile void of a powered down server room. It was thick with the scent of damp earth, cooling copper, and the slow, rhythmic dripping of water against stone, the music of a world finding its own pace.I leaned against the rusted console, my fingers trailing over the deactivated brass interface. "The systems are cold, Sofia. Every last sensor. Every last line of code."Sofia sat on a crate nearby, sharpening her blade with a whetstone. The sound was rhythmic, harsh, and utterly organic. "Good. The silence is the first thing in years that hasn't lied to us.""Do you think they’re doing okay up there?" I asked, gesturing toward the heavy ceiling that separated our tomb from the valley floor. "The survivors? The ones who expected the sky to reset?"She paused, her blade catching the dim, natural light filtering through a crack in the rock. "They’re struggling, Denden. I can hear the shouting from here. They’re arguing about who ge