They fought their way through the cathedral of machines, the Engineer's creations swarming from the walls. Steam-born monstrosities crawled across gears, their limbs jointed wrong, their eyes glowing faint. Hollis fired round after round, bullets sparking against brass skulls. Selene vanished and struck from shadow, her knives singing. Evangeline cried out in anguish as the machines screamed in voices only she could hear, tearing their gears apart even as they begged her not to.
The cathedral itself moved, walls shifting, gears closing like jaws. Every path they took was already foreseen, already calculated. The Engineer spoke through every piston, every hiss of steam.
"You cannot win. Every possibility is mine. Every choice you make has already been measured."
Yet still they pressed on. Toward the dais. Toward the heart.