Moments later,
Aria
The underground canal was narrow, a rib-work of ancient masonry that fed directly into the Capital’s lower drainage system. The black water here didn't ripple; it slid past our leather-clad thighs with a sluggish, sickening silence.
Aquarius led the way, his portable interface crystal dimmed to a faint, ghostly green that barely illuminated the damp stones ahead.
Behind me, Severin carried the chest of pre-Sundering tablets, his boots making absolutely no sound against the wet silt. We had bypassed the harbor entirely, leaving Dennis Vane to watch an empty stone archway while the tide swallowed his patience.
"We are beneath the commercial district," Aquarius whispered, his fox ears twitching beneath his leather cap. "Two hundred meters to the safehouse cellar. Th
