Blaze hadn't realized how quiet a group could become until the Titans descended into the tunnels. No one spoke. No one even breathed loudly. The weight of what they'd seen in Aurion's files sat on all of them like a hand forcing their heads underwater.
Somewhere above them, the city was waking up. Down here, it felt like the world was ending in slow motion.
The tunnels were older than any of them expected. Concrete walls cracked like dried riverbeds. Rusted pipes ran overhead in crooked paths, dripping water in slow, nervous taps. Every step echoed, bouncing back at them in hollow reminders that they were far below anyone who could help them now.
