The metal walls of the pressure pipe were icy against my elbows as we crawled on all fours, single line, into the suffocating dark.The air grew thick with decades of accumulated dust, rust, and the faint, sweet stench of ozone humming through the copper wiring tubes running alongside us. Every breath tasted like raw iron. Down below, the furious roars of Dareth’s mutated wolf gradually faded, replaced by the rhythmic, metallic echo of our own frantic breathing and the distant, low thrum of the academy's central power grid."Keep moving," Denzel’s voice echoed down the steel tube behind me, low and gravelly. "If we stop, we suffocate in this pipe."Directly ahead of me, Alexander moved with silent, fluid grace despite his broad frame. Every time the pipe sloped upward, his arm reached back instinctively, his large, calloused hand gripping mine to anchor me on the slick, angled metal. His touch was warm, a startling contrast to the freezing steel, and every time his fingers wrapped aro
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