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“We’re moving. Now. Down the glacial shaft, take the sub-level corridor Evelyn mentioned.” Derrick blinked. “We don’t even know if the shaft is stable” “Then it’s a good thing we’re not staying to debate it,” Lucas shot back. Natasha grabbed Derrick’s sleeve. “Move!” Another blast sounded above, heavy, decisive. Something metallic slammed into the bunker hatch. Vale’s team was breaching. Lucas shoved open the lower access panel. Cold air rushed out in a violent gust, freezing, sharp, pure. The wind howled up from the darkness below, carrying the sting of ancient ice.

I forced my left hand flat against the hard-packed dirt floor of the bunker, my fingers digging deep into the cool, unmonetized earth. I didn't reach for the dead servers in the Spires, and I didn't reach for the broken corporate grid. Instead, I reached down—deep into the bedrock of the Mainland, down where the ancient, un-patched Void veins ran silent and hungry beneath the city's foundations. Thrum. The response wasn't a slow crawl; it was an instantaneous, light-drinking snap. A localized vacuum tore through the center of the bunker, pulling the ambient heat out of the air so fast that the sweat on Kemi’s bare shoulders instantly crystallized into white frost.

That rules out my twelve-inch wingspan, Benedik grumbled. I am going in by the back wall three shops down. Damonq’s heart clenched hard in his chest. He knew that entrance--or more precisely--exit. Darkness had used it after he had impregnated Elina. Be especially cautious. That leads directly into Darkness’s private lair. He moved into the pile of debris, floating in the steady breeze down through the crevice and into the hallway of the underground city. Rock and dirt covered the floor in great impassable mounds.

Forty-five minutes left. “Sir.” Beck’s voice was tight with urgency. “Found it. A subsurface tunnel, roughly sixty meters east of the main house. Entrance is concealed at the base of the cliff, near the high-tide line. It shows signs of recent disturbance. And… we’re picking up a faint, encrypted signal emanating from it. Short-range. Not aimed at the gate. Aimed here, at the house.” My blood went cold. The car was the show. The tunnel was the reality. Damian wasn’t at the gate. He was already inside my perimeter. The signal was likely a tracker, confirming the bunker’s location. “Eyes in the stone.”

Diana By morning, they find eight more. Eight hidden tunnels, dug deep beneath the woods and foothills surrounding different packs. The report hits our desk before breakfast. I sit in the study with Dom and Eleanor, scrolling through the images sent by the scouts. The tunnels are narrow but wide enough for wolves to move through in small units. Reinforced with magic. Dark. Empty. Brodik’s voice crackles through the line. “They’re abandoned,” he says. “Every one of them. There are signs they’ve been occupied recently—blankets, storage, residual magic. But they’re empty now.”

"We’re going to use the Sub-Directory." I looked at Xander, a surge of adrenaline overwriting my exhaustion. "There’s an ancient, high-bandwidth tunnel—a Tunneling Protocol—that runs directly through the earth's crust from this node to the Greenland core. It hasn't been used in ten thousand years. It’s dangerous, it’s unstable, and it’s probably filled with more 'Daemons' than the one we just killed." Xander’s hand slid from my shoulder to the back of my neck, his thumb tracing my jawline. It was a possessive, grounding touch.

Cora commented. I am sure the look I gave her was a weird one. I had no idea what she meant until I looked down at my plate. Fuck, I finished everything on it. I have never done that before. I stared at my plate as it was lifted from the table. Theo and Taghg disappeared after breakfast. I was guessing they went to get his friend Ruadh. I was walking around out back. It was still snowing but it had slowed down. I had just circled the pool when I caught his scent. I looked into the forest and there standing in the tree line was Bryce. He had some ball to show up here. I have no idea how he got past the patrols and this deep into the territory. He took a step towards me but stopped quickly as

The silence of Istanbul’s underground tunnels was deceptive. What appeared to be abandoned, damp stone corridors whispered with secrets—every drip of water echoing like a warning. The deeper the team went, the clearer it became: Lazarus had carved his lair into the very underbelly of the ancient city.

The heavy doors hissed open, revealing a dark, claustrophobic corridor pulsating with blinding purple light. "I've got your back, Ghost," Dax said, stepping into the bunker, his phased knife raised. I followed him in, the heavy doors sealing shut behind us. We were cut off from the army, standing directly beneath the center of the hovering city, with less than two hours to stop the end of the world.