Arkan’s gaze was fixed on the gaping maw of the excavation shaft, the pulsating blue light emanating from its depths a siren call that resonated deep within his very being. Maya and Luna, though battered and disoriented, stood beside him, their faces a mixture of fear and grim determination. Riley, ever the loyal soldier, was a shaky but determined presence, his unnaturally glowing blue eyes scanning their surroundings for threats. The thump-thump of the Leviathan, no longer a distant echo but a palpable heartbeat, pulsed through the wrecked laboratory, shaking the very foundations of Sector C.
“The energy surge,” Maya said, her voice strained, her hand instinctively going to the gaping wound on her arm, a testament to the neural interface ripped from her skull. “It’s… it’s tied to him.”
