The elevator carrying Julian and Elara slid down at a speed that made Julian's stomach feel as if it had been left behind above. The sound of grinding steel cables echoed in the narrow shaft surrounded by thick concrete. The indicator on Julian’s watch showed their position was already hundreds of meters below ground level, far from the hustle and bustle of the Sinclair city he had just shaken with his power.
"Why does this place feel so cold, Elara?" Julian asked, tightening his gray suit.
"Vault 72 was designed to store artifacts with extreme thermal stability. But this temperature... this is not normal," Elara replied, her eyes staring sharply at the elevator door.
"What do you mean?"
"Our cooling system should be keeping the temperature at zero point. Now it’s minus fifteen and dro
