The ∞ symbol still pulsed silently on the device.
Kael tucked the distorted transmitter away.
He knew they had little time.
The interference was still active.
The Abyss was still here.
—
With quick gestures, he reorganized the team:
Helena and Claudia would lead the vanguard, clearing the path.
Nikita and Camila would cover the mobile rear, alert for ambushes.
Marie and Patricia would handle communication and cover in case of unexpected contacts.
Amina and Samantha would focus on tracing anomalous energy patterns.
Kael would maintain the center of the formation, ready to coordinate the response.
—
They left the watchmaker's shop like shadows.
Through the ruined streets, they moved fast and silent.
Every corner was a potential trap.
Every broken window, a possible watching eye.
—
Samantha was the first to detect something:
— There's an energy residue... — she whispered — leading toward the city docks.
Kael nodded.
They immediately changed their route.
—
As they advanced, they passed scenes that resembled hell:
German soldiers patrolling empty streets.
Women and children sheltering among ruins.
Resistance fighters hiding in shadowed alleys.
It was easy to forget they were there to correct time.
But Kael didn't forget.
Every second, every wrong breath, could destroy the future they knew.
—
They reached the docks.
The smell of saltwater mixed with burned oil and human sweat.
Among abandoned ships and shattered warehouses, they saw:
Three hooded figures, moving quickly through the shadows.
They were not ordinary soldiers.
Their garments were strange: too dark, too silent.
They moved as if sliding through reality itself.
Kael murmured:
— Anomalies.
The whole group froze.
Controlled breaths.
Accelerated pulses.
They knew they were facing something that did not belong to that world.
—
Kael spoke quietly into the communicator:
— No direct action until full identification.
— Priority: track and isolate.
Helena, with a cold smile, replied:
— Silent hunt.
Nikita tightened her grip on the dagger.
The hunt had begun.