Novel & Cerita Subterranean Shunning Grounds Map

“I guess you could take Lord Byron there as well.” “What codes?” Skyr’s face looked pained but determined as he faced Trei. Trei studied him for a bit. “Which do you most likely go to? Sector A6JC or C6K5?” “How do you-” “Just answer.” Skyr sighed. “A6JC. It’s closer to where I used to live.”

Nahil walked towards Aserah and put her finger on a certain location on the map. Ahldrin came closer to see what Nahil tried to point out. “The Sand Castle Prison is at a safe distance near Noyuh, Alsache, and Gwiazda. While Argia is far from it. I bet something similar is happening around Alsache and Gwiazda, just like we experienced here. Based on our geographical location, the vast forest of Noyuh is on Summer and Autumn Region, wherein these are the places we first saw some unusual beasts and unwanted visitors.” Nahil explained. A group of fireflies seemed to play around her wings.

"Vane has moved all his inquisitors to the main dungeon stairwell to guard against a front-door assault." Cassian reached inside his dark tunic, pulling out an ancient, yellowed parchment map detailing the hidden, unmapped drainage ducts running behind the obsidian bedrock—tunnels built three centuries ago by the first kings. "He thinks the bedrock keeps her in," Cassian whispered, his silver eyes flashing in the dim hallway light. "He doesn't know I hold the keys to the subterranean veins." He gripped the map tight in his gloved fist. "Prepare the lower passage under the high sanctuary, Vance. Tonight, while Vane celebrates his trial, I am going down into the dark."

And as I began to work, zooming in, cross-referencing dates, comparing my parents’ blueprints to the official city maps, the truth began to unravel before my eyes. Just as Theron suspected, the official maps were wrong. Or rather, they were incomplete. There were tunnels—massive, reinforced passages—that didn’t exist on any record available to the public or even to city planners. They ran deep beneath the earth, connecting the old factory buildings to a central hub that sat exactly at the coordinates we had found. But there was something else. Something that made my blood run cold. I found records of shipments. Massive shipments of rare metals, specialized machinery, and chemical compounds t

A structure. A lab. But not the one they were in. This one went deeper. Kiera’s pulse hammered. Her mind whispered so faintly he almost missed it: This isn’t the only one. Ronan stiffened. “Kiera,” he said slowly, “how do you know that?” Her lips parted. No sound came out. Her fingers pressed shakily to her own temple. Because part of me remembers. Ronan swallowed hard. A portion of the map was circled in red—somewhere deep underground, past the lower tunnels, past the known caverns.

The northern sector was mapped only up to the tactical perimeters established by Magnus’s old regime—a wasteland of jagged granite peaks and frozen glacial tundra labeled merely as uncolonized wilderness. Sitting before the high-resolution monitors, Avery overlaid the subterranean electromagnetic frequencies she had recorded during her trance onto the northern topographical maps. Slowly, a pattern began to emerge. Deep beneath a massive, perpetual ice sheet three hundred miles beyond the northernmost military outpost lay a vast, subterranean geothermal basin—a hidden valley shielded from satellite radar by dense, naturally occurring mineral deposits. Jake entered the quiet laboratory late in

“That bastard. I swear when we figure out who he is, I'll have so much fun drilling a hole through his spine.” I rolled back to my desk, heart pounding like a caged beast, and flipped open the encrypted tablet on my desk. The screen flickered to life, displaying the city map with layers of safehouses, tunnel systems, and red zones marked off. I pulled up the feed Jonah—or Marco—had given us. The Graveyard. A location buried under two blocks of condemned territory. A place supposedly wiped out in a fire ten years ago. Too forgotten. Too perfect. I zoomed in.

I said without hesitation, my mind distorted by the serum erasing any trace of morality. Silas walked toward a metal cabinet in the corner of the laboratory room, entered a code, and pulled out a dark wooden box. Upon opening it, he extracted an ancient scroll, a kind of detailed architectural blueprint that he spread across the metallic table. “This is the map of the colonial tunnels running under the city, tunnels from the old mafia era that nobody uses,” Silas explained, pointing to a red line with his finger. “And this line right here is the secret entrance that leads directly to the underground beneath the Blackwood mansion. You will enter through the subsuelo while my men activate the

Some are even waiting for my Downfall. I glance back at my cellphone, knowing fully well the words would have already gotten to my mother that I dare attend to a call when discussing about the future of Majesty Corporation, the most wealthiest company in the empire. "Where is this Underground Shallows?" I asked her again, softly but no response comes at first. It was almost as though she is trying to find more courage. "It is located in the underground of Shackes keeps." "Shackles keeps?" I repeated in confusion. "The keeps?"

He had come across some posts on the forums talking about this feature so he wanted to see if he could do so as well. After spending roughly ten minutes fumbling about with the controls of his map, Kirou finally discovered how to change the map's view and swapped it to display the elevation of the entire cliff, as well as the underground cavern he now owned. When he did this, Kirou noticed that between his current position and the underground cavern, there was a somewhat large cave in the middle not connected to the original cave system. Looking at it from the elevated point of view that the map is currently showing, the area looks like a four or five-story building, with the underground cav