The sudden structural groan of fracturing rebar vibrated through the soles of Zyfa's tactical boots just as her wrist monitor emitted a rhythmic, high-pitched warning sequence. Beneath the layer of mud and broken machinery casing, the reinforced concrete floor of the drone repair workshop cracked open, splitting into jagged sheets that tilted violently toward a gaping maw of absolute darkness. A deep, hollow suction sound pulled down from the void below, dragging loose copper pipes, rusted drone chassis parts, and layers of wet earth down into a hidden subterranean storage chamber. There was no time for a tactical repositioning sequence or a controlled retreat toward the outer yard.
"The structural integrity of this entire sector anchor has dropped below fifteen percent!" Zyfa shouted,
