The deep metallic rumble continued beneath Ward Seven.
It wasn't merely a sound.
It was a vibration powerful enough to shake the walls, rattle the ceiling lights, and send cracks racing across the polished floor.
Everyone instinctively lost their balance.
Medical equipment toppled over.
Glass shattered.
Dust drifted through the air like smoke.
Lucas tightened his grip on Daniel's letter.
Lily held Elizabeth's hand to steady her hospital bed.
Jonathan looked toward the hidden staircase.
"The Final Vault..."
His voice barely rose above the chaos.
"It shouldn't open."
Samuel slowly shook his head.
"It never opens by itself."
Victor Hale's confident expression disappeared for the first time.
He took one cautious step backward.
"No..."
he whispered.
"Who activated it?"
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