The wind howled across the cliffs like a warning. The sea below wasn’t calm — it churned with streaks of light, veins of bioluminescent energy that shimmered through the waves like ghosts.
The convoy had stopped at the edge of the world. Beyond this point, the road had long been swallowed by erosion and time. Rusted remains of old bridges jutted from the water like the bones of a forgotten civilization.
Ethan stood at the edge, staring into the glow below. “That’s it,” he murmured. “The signal’s stronger here.”
Hannah scanned the horizon through her visor. “You’re sure it’s not interference? The whole coastline’s still soaked in radiation from the collapse.”
Dr. Taylor shook her head. “No — this pattern’s too precise. It’s rhythmic. Almost like… heartbeat intervals.”
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