They were falling.
Noa’s body slammed into steel. His shoulder cracked against something cold and wet before gravity pulled him again, flipping him through smoke and pitch black. Rook’s scream was swallowed by the dark, and Ash
Ash was laughing.
The tunnel went on forever. Down and down, like the city had a throat that swallowed them whole. No lights. No air. Just the roar of machinery and the sharp whistle of something hot surging past his face.
Then
Crash.
Noa hit first.
Pain punched through his spine. He bounced and rolled, skin scraping against metal grates, ribs caving in on the second impact. He gasped, tasted blood.
A second body landed beside him with a solid, sickening thud.
Rook.
And the third
Ash.
He landed like a cat. Groaning, but already crawling upright.
Noa tri
