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Chapter 11: Laying the foundation
Author: Feline S
last update2026-10-11 05:14:51

Gideon POV

The raw concrete walls of Sub-Level Zero sweated cold condensation into the dim air, smelling faintly of ancient stone and stagnant subterranean water. Fifty feet above our heads, Victor Sterling and his enforcers were massing their forces, but down here in the dark, the real war was far more intimate. It was the war of keeping four hundred and twelve exhausted, terrified human beings alive through their first night underground.

I sat on an upturned crate in the corner of what we wer
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Kinda expecting these two to have some sort of romance

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