Ready to start a rebellion
*Torren* The air above ground feels different… thicker, charged with a sense of urgency as we emerge from the sewers into the heart of the city. The towering buildings loom over us, their jagged silhouettes cutting into the sky like dark claws. It’s a world that feels foreign, a place that has forgotten the warmth of sunlight and the laughter of the living. My heart races with equal parts excitement and dread; we’re stepping into the unknown, into a den of humanity that could either be our salvation or our doom. “Stick to the alleys,” I whisper to my pack, my voice barely above a murmur as we press through the shadows. Each of us is on high alert, scanning the streets for any signs of life, any hint of a friendly face. We can’t afford to draw attention to ourselves… not yet. The last thi
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