Selina’s POV
The silence of the catacombs was broken only by the drip of moisture from the vaulted ceiling – a rhythmic, hollow sound that set my nerves on edge. Gareth had cleared a space near the ancient altar, laying out a map of Oakhaven that looked like a jagged, ink-stained spiderweb. It depicted the city not as a kingdom, but as a machine of war – tunnels, vents, and foundry arteries that I had never known existed.
"We have twenty hours until the Blood Moon hits its apex," Gareth said, his voice echoing against the limestone. He tapped a finger against the section marked The Palace Foundations. "The Enforcers will be locked in defensive patterns. They rely on the silver-plating vats to maintain their cohesion. If Caelum keeps the foundry offline, they will be blind, but they will
