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And he would have a small mountain of corpses to direct and study, which put a smile on his face. They packed up camp and got ready to descend; the path leading to the lower levels of the Air Temple were curved slopes they jumped on their bikes and drops out. They discovered over 20 paths with entrances in the surrounded mountains. The rest of the platoons were exploring those paths and they would meet on the 30th floor under the surface. They decided upon this after Gin's platoon found a map of the underground City.

I managed to slip in through the emergency staircase whose door had just closed. It turned out that beneath the parking basement were still hidden floors—Level Two Below, Level Three Below, all the way down to the deepest level: Level Nine Below. The further I descended, the chill of the concrete gave way to a stifling air that smelled of iron and gunpowder. As soon as I reached the fifth basement level, the sight before me made my chest tighten. This wasn't just any basement. This was the Underground Dead City. The structure was vast and grand, like a mall, but with a very dark and grimy atmosphere. The corridors were wide, lined with permanent stalls selling things you'd never find on the

I bite the inside of my cheek, “I want to understand, Gloc. So much. But you’re being so vague.” “I mean literally, Amara.” He says, letting go of me and crouching down. I follow suit, crouching near him. He places both of his hands, palm first on the ground. “There’s an underground maze 30 feet below us. It starts at the capital, and it extends right through Verdant and Azure. I don’t know much about the places; all I knew is the place where I have been.” I blink, “What? How did…what- “

Jordan sat there, having listened to the entire conversation. “How do I talk to her without scaring her away again?” He ran his hands through his hair and stood to look out his office window. It was winter and after hours. The city was lit up for the night. From his viewpoint the office towers gleamed dully in the night compared to the entertainment district in the distance. The city didn’t sleep. It moved from one focus to another. This city had so many levels, layers, districts, and communities that people openly lived and worked in the clouds, but could shop and travel underground. It wasn’t just the subway and sewers here. There were underground paths downtown one could walk through down

She'll probably still have the maps on her phone. Charlotte knows her way through the underground City like no-one else. Even the City authorities use the maps and schematics she produced. Sewers... Drains... Subways... Service tunnels... Carefully, I circle the hatch, looking for signs of disturbance; scratches in muck and grease, the marks of a crowbar or a tyre iron. I don't see anything. The light is poor, typical basement illumination, so I scan the cover again using my phone flashlight, but there's still nothing.

My, and friendly, too. My tall guide escorted me to a platform where demons waited for a chance to catch one of the moving sheets of metal gliding between our point and the street across. A giant gap looked down over the next level of the city, and over the next, Nunaresh descending below into the underground while, as I looked up, it climbed in similar fashion above. "How many demons live here?" I thought Ostrogotho was big. This place rivaled it in size, no question.

~Raynel "Xephtys!" "Xephtys!" "Xephtys!" "Xephtys!" "Xephtys!" The roaring cries of the crowd echoed throughout the Battle Arena. Cheering. We are here in the Underground City, a hidden location where gangsters, assassins, mafia princes and princesses, reapers, and other people with dirty jobs take shelter or permanently live.

The whole building was built underground, right in the middle of what used to be a ranch in the day. Billions of dollars were spent on secretly building the underground city for the men. And a lot of processes are required to get in. Allen single-handedly secured the whole blueprint, and networking the whole place. That was one of his main works as the second in command of the Warren. The Warren here isn’t the Warren known to the public, they were dangerous mercenaries that are revered and hated by other underworld gangs. The boxing ring was surrounded by hot-blooded muscled men, already into the nightly routine of bloody fights.

Their whispers had changed, too—no longer fragments of pain and confusion, but something more purposeful. "This way... safety... freedom..." "Can you hear what they're saying?" I asked Costa. He nodded, his eyes reflecting the pale blue light. "They're guiding us. The ones who came before—all those who resisted and paid the price." The tunnel opened suddenly into a vast underground chamber that took my breath away. What looked like an ancient transportation hub sprawled before us, its architecture a strange hybrid of technologies—some I recognised from my time, others completely alien. "The Undercity," Marcus explained. "Built during the first century after the Collapse. The Council sealed i

The night crept in like black soot enveloping Neophile City, but inside the underground infiltration path located dozens of meters beneath the Wilder hills, the air felt cold and smelled of iron. The path was a network of old concrete tunnels left behind by the old faction—a secret route unmapped on any digital device. This was where Zean Wilder moved, leading a dozen personnel from the central faction's elite team. Their footsteps were barely audible, muffled by tactical boots with thick rubber soles.