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The herding ends at a gate. It is the bottom of the city, the heart of the shaft, and the gate is vast and round and ringed with the same structures as the dock that swallowed us, and as we reach it, it begins to open, because of course it does, because this is where we were always being sent. The aperture irises wide, slow and wet, and the light that spills out of it is not the warm gold of the nursery tiers. It is silver. A deep living silver-violet, the exact color of the burn, the color of the thing under my heart, pouring out of the core like light out of a wound. I step through, and the city’s heart is a cathedral.

Every pipe I hit exploded in a shower of steam and sparks, the stolen energy returning to the stone in a violent rush. ​But as I went deeper, I realized the Iron City was larger than we had ever imagined. It was not just a city. It was a metal rot that had replaced the core of the Earth. I saw thousands of cages lining the tunnel walls, filled with creatures I did not recognize. There were spirits of the wind trapped in glass jars and sirens of the deep chained to steam boilers. The West was not just conquering land. They were harvesting the soul of the planet itself.

I just hope this child will be welcomed with love because in the Moretti world, nothing was ever just about love. Dr. Phillips handed me a few brochures, her voice steady but kind. “These will give you all the information you need. And remember, Mrs. Moretti, take care of yourself. Make sure you come back for regular check-ups. Congratulations, again.” I nodded, clutching the papers like a lifeline, then gave a small wave goodbye before stepping out into the cold hospital air. The city buzzed around me, but inside, a fierce fire was growing. I was carrying Moretti blood, a symbol of hope and danger all at once.

Mostly because if I acknowledged it, I was going to start throwing rocks at people. The underground city looked different than I expected now that I could actually see it properly. Without the Hollow twisting everything into nightmare fuel, the place almost looked beautiful in a sad kind of way. Massive black stone roads stretched beneath the mountain with silver carvings running along the walls. Old towers disappeared into darkness farther ahead while bridges crossed over lower sections of the city buried beneath rubble. The entire place felt frozen in the middle of a life nobody got to finish. Jax walked beside me while Theo led us farther into one of the newly cleared archive sections.

(I wish so) ** The Author POV. Its was a rainy season and the weather was obvious. Drops of rain dropped on the bare ground, cleaning the footprints of mammals. A man and woman could be seen lying on a greenish grasses with their faces up. “Are we going back to the palace today?” She asked , seductively. “Keep quiet , Elizabeth” The man answered, opening his eyes. He was trying to concentrate but she was distracting him. He was wearing a black garment and a trouser to match; the sleeves folded up to his elbows while his hands tucked into his garment pockets, the opened garment showed the toned chest apparent between the folds of black silk. A black jacket was lying across the hills.

I caught his hand and he led me towards the edge. "Look at that!" The entire city of Pune was glittering underneath. The sky was lit with stars. I had rarely seen such a clear sky before. "Wow! What place is this?" I asked. "Just someplace I stumbled upon while exploring. This place is mostly deserted and the view is amazing." He said. "I agree, so this is the surprise?" "No! The surprise is that we got the contract!" He grinned. "Really! That's awesome Ishaan." I threw my hand around his neck and gave a quick kiss on his lips. He placed his hand on my waist and looked deep in my eyes. He looked extremely happy.

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

It was a place where hope went to die and bodies went to stay hidden. "There’s a sub-level beneath the ironworks that doesn't exist on any city grid," Luciano explained, his gloved finger tracing a pulsing red dot. "It’s drawing a massive amount of private power. Industrial cooling systems, high-speed server racks, and a security perimeter that rivals the Vatican. It’s a 'Designer’s' nest, Zara. This is where the Architect builds the blueprints for this city’s collapses. This is the heart of the machine." The realization hit me with the force of a physical blow, knocking the air from my lungs. My father. The "debts" he could never repay. The late-night phone calls and the haunted look in his

Seraphina placed hers beside it. The stone began glowing. A deep sound echoed through the underground chamber. The door slowly opened. Cold air rushed through. Beyond it was a staircase descending into complete darkness. Aria looked down. "What's down there?" Gabriel answered: "The first city." THE CITY BELOW They descended. The staircase seemed endless. After several minutes, Aria saw light. They reached the bottom. She stopped. A massive underground city stretched before them. Ancient buildings lined empty streets. Stone towers disappeared into darkness.

He grabbed my wrist tightly, “You can’t start a new relationship on a whim! Come with me!” Godden sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching our shadows across the floor. I pinned his hand down, trying to break free from his crushing grip. I stared at him with a terrifying calmness, “Vittorio, you are always so confident. But, how come you don't get that my heart was broken into a million pieces? It will never be fixed. Not ever.”