Julian's footsteps echoed in the dark, musty factory hall. The sound was like a heartbeat amidst the oppressive silence. The smell of rust, old oil, and something sweet yet sickening—like the stench of decay covered by cheap perfume—filled the air. Julian tightened his tactical jacket, feeling a chill that didn't come from the weather outside.
"Kael, I’m inside. The steam distribution point is in front of me," Julian whispered toward the communication device on his jacket collar.
"Be careful, sir. The frequency there is highly unstable. Is your Raven’s Vision still active?" Kael’s voice sounded slightly crackly due to electromagnetic interference.
"Active. But everything looks chaotic here. There’s too much distortion," Julian replied. His eyes felt hot as he forced his supernatural vis
