Selina's POV
The walk through the lower smuggling tunnels was no longer a retreat; it was a race against the literal weight of the world. With the Harbour Nexus tempered, the Water Spark pulsed in my veins like a second, steady heartbeat, but it wasn't enough to drown out the sound of the city groaning above us.
"The Northern Anchor is nearly five miles from here," Finn said, his voice tight as he adjusted the heavy tactical pack on his shoulders. He didn't offer to carry me this time. He saw the way I walked - shoulders squared, eyes glowing with a persistent, calm silver. He knew I had stepped into the fire and come out forged. "But we can't take the main transit lines. Kaelin will have them flooded with gas or trackers by now."
"We go through the Veins," Elias suggested, his voice st
