The tunnel stretched on, damp and suffocating, illuminated only by the faint beams of Zara and Rowan’s flashlights. Kellan walked ahead, his confidence unnerving despite the oppressive darkness. Every step echoed, the sound bouncing off the cold concrete walls and reminding them how far underground they were.
“Where exactly are we going?” Zara asked, her voice cutting through the eerie silence.
“An old supply depot,” Kellan replied without looking back. “It’s been abandoned for years, but it’s the closest access point to the enemy’s operations. If my calculations are right, we’ll find answers there.”
“And if your calculations are wrong?” Rowan muttered.
Kellan turned slightly, his smirk visible even in the dim light. “Then we’ll all die knowing we tried.”
Zara rolled her eyes but said nothing. Trusting Kellan wasn’t a choice she made lightly, but with the city overrun and resources dwindling, every gamble felt like a necessary one.