The wind howled through the desolate corridor as we approached the Deep Vault’s outer perimeter. Shadows stretched long and distorted beneath the flickering overhead lights. Every step we took was a calculated risk, every breath measured against the weight of what we were about to do.
I tightened my grip on the pulse rifle strapped to my back, feeling the sweat forming on my palms despite the cold. The walls around us hummed with unseen energy, a quiet warning that we were stepping into something far bigger than ourselves.
Kane moved ahead, her gaze sharp, scanning for entry points. “The main security grid is live,” she whispered. “We’ll need to override it, but this place has its own intelligence. If we trip the wrong wire, it won’t just alert the Overseers—it’ll trap us inside.”
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