They moved through the ruins like smoke.
Selene crouched behind a collapsed pillar, her black gear soaked with sweat. Darius moved beside her, silent, jaw clenched, something dangerous glowing behind his stare.
Vincent’s voice crackled in her ear. “We’re inside the perimeter.” East corridor is clear. Proceed on your mark.”
Selene’s eyes never left the charred metal hatch embedded in the stone wall ahead.
Arcturus.
The place where Mireille built her empire of ghosts.
And somewhere below, her father.
Was alive.
The team split, Vincent led half toward the control hub. Selene and Darius took the lower levels.
The air grew colder as they moved lower. Stone turned to steel, old pipes dripping rust and secrets. The deeper they went, the more it felt like entering a grave.
Except the dea
