INICIAR SESIÓNThe descent finally began slowly and the tunnels swallowed the sound almost immediately.Stone walls narrowed around them while overhead lights attached to tactical gear cast shifting shadows across ancient surfaces carved long before any of them were born.Water dripped steadily somewhere deeper below.The air started to smell metallic and old like buried history and rust.And worst of all, the tunnels felt wrong.Althea had warned them repeatedly.“Pressure manipulation.” She enumerated dozens of times. “Behavioral funneling. Instinctive directional control. You have to focus.”Now Dominic understood exactly what she meant.Every few minutes, his body would automatically want to turn right despite logic telling him otherwise.The tunnels subtly curved.Perspective shifted and the space started to compress unevenly.Psychological architecture. Dominic thought darkly.Sebastian muttered quietly behind him, “This place is engineered to make people panic.”“It’s working.” Enzo answered
Only the faint glow of dashboard instruments illuminated the inside of the armored vehicles as the convoy moved without headlights.Dominic led the descent northward through abandoned mountain roads few people even knew existed anymore.Rain fell intermittently but it was not enough to slow their movement but it did make the darkness heavier as the drive continues.More suffocating.Inside the lead vehicle, nobody spoke for nearly twenty minutes. Their weapons are rested ready while maps remained open across Sebastian’s lap and the men are looking at them from time to time.Vincent continuously monitored the encrypted movement tracker while Michael reviewed the last structural overlays Althea gave them before leaving.Enzo meanwhile stared out the window like a man reconsidering every life decision that brought him here.“I hate tunnels.” He muttered but no one answered. He let out a heavy sigh. “You know what’s beneath tunnels?”Sebastian rubbed tiredly at his forehead.“Please don’t
Althea nodded once before she finally stepped fully into the operation.The surgery began immediately.Scalp incision.Bone access.Pressure release.Too much blood appeared almost instantly.“Suction.” Althea instructed firmly.The nurses around her moved quickly.AURELIA projected vascular overlays across the monitor while Althea’s hands moved with terrifying precision beneath the surgical lights.“Pressure rising, Doctor.” The junior doctor informed her calmly.“I see it.”Microfractures spread deeper through the cranial plate than expected.The swelling worsened and beneath it, rupture risk climbed rapidly.Helena monitored the secondary displays beside her.“Temporal artery integrity collapsing.” She quickly relayed.Althea’s jaw tightened faintly.“Clamp.”Tool exchanged instantly and the operating room became rhythm.Movement.Control.Minutes disappeared, turning into hours.Despite that, Dominic remained inside her mind.Every time the monitors stabilized briefly, her thought
The convoy carrying Althea cut through the highway long after Dominic’s team disappeared into the night.Rain had started somewhere beyond the mountains and roads started to get slick and dark. The direction almost empty except for occasional checkpoints Helena’s operators cleared ahead of them.Inside the armored vehicle, silence pressed heavily against the windows.Not the peaceful silence but the kind that came before blood, uncertainty and waiting.Althea sat near the center of the vehicle with the patient file open across her lap while Helena reviewed scans projected through the portable system beside her.Neurovascular trauma.Massive cranial injury.Multiple arterial compromise.Possible brain swelling already progressing.And beneath every clinical detail is time that is running out quickly.“He’s young.” Helena murmured quietly while enlarging another scan.Althea’s eyes scanned the imaging automatically. “Shearing near the temporal lobe.” She only murmured back and then slid
Michael stepped forward afterward and tossed another communication device onto the table.“My men are moving too.”Sebastian looked up.“You called them already?”“Yes. They’re fifteen minutes away.” Michael answered and folded his arms tightly. “Luca already hit Blackstone once. We’re not going to allow him to get a second chance.”Between Helena’s operators, August’s men, Michael’s reinforcements, Blackstone’s guards, and Seraphina’s loyalists, the estate had effectively transformed into a fortress.Good. Dominic thought as he no longer trusted coincidence.Althea entered the lower hall again moments later already dressed for deployment toward the surgical site. She wore a dark tactical jacket over medical scrubs with her hair tied back tightly.A gun is holstered beneath the coat Dominic forced her to wear.The sight alone nearly broke something inside him emotionally.She looked terrifyingly capable and heartbreakingly vulnerable at the same time.Her eyes immediately found him be
Blackstone transformed into controlled chaos by nightfall.Vehicles had started to line up at the lower courtyard while weapons were distributed quietly through the armory.Communication frequencies rotated every fifteen minutes and hidden tactical routes opened beneath the estate while guards repositioned along the outer walls with sharper urgency than before.This time, Dominic wasn’t merely retaliating.He was advancing toward the Axis Gate itself.The weight of that settled over everyone differently.Some became quieter while others became sharper, more aggressive and more focused.Dominic became terrifyingly calm as he stood near the armory table fastening the holster beneath his coat while Sebastian reviewed final movement routes beside him.Enzo meanwhile looked deeply offended by the amount of equipment being loaded into the convoy.“We’re carrying f8cking enough weapons to invade a small country.” He commented darkly.Vincent barely looked up from his rifle.“We might.”“That
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