The humming inside the cradle deepened, a low pulse that made the air vibrate in Ethan’s chest. The team moved slowly down the narrow corridor, the metallic walls alive with faint ripples of light. It felt like the building itself was breathing.
“Stay alert,” Hannah whispered, scanning with her rifle. “We don’t know what Elysium will throw at us next.”
Dr. Taylor adjusted the portable scanner, the green holographic lines flickering over her face. “There’s residual neural energy here. It’s almost like... memories are being replayed in the walls.”
Ethan frowned. “Memories of what?”
Before Taylor could answer, the corridor shifted—literally. Plates of the floor rotated, sliding away to reveal a lower level glowing with veins of blue light. A single platform remained beneath them, shaking
