Gravity seemed to surrender to Thorne’s will. Station 9 did not merely collapse; it plunged into the abyss carefully prepared beneath the earth’s crust. The sound of screaming metal colliding with the fading static of the twins filled my ears, creating a dissonance that nearly severed my consciousness.
Kael! I shouted, grabbing Kael’s hand as the concrete floor beneath our feet shattered into dust.
We plummeted into the pitch-black void. Our bodies slammed against passing support beams at high speed, making my bones creak. In the midst of the chaos, I saw Thorne standing calmly on his separate hydraulic lift, slowly descending into the same pit, watching us with the gaze of an astronomer observing the fall of a meteor.
He wants us to see what is down there, I thought. He wants us to see
