The Frozen Past

Titus and Lincy trailed Lucas in silence, their hearts racing. To Titus’s shock, a concealed elevator loomed ahead, its steel doors parting with a sharp hiss, beckoning them into the palace’s forbidden underbelly.

They stepped inside and descended to the G9 level—a place Logan almost met his end.

The corridors below twisted like a maze, the air growing heavy with the acrid stench of blood and rot. Human organs gleamed wetly on metal trays under stark fluorescent lights, a grotesque display that hit Lincy like a blow.

She dropped to her knees, gagging, her hands trembling against the cold floor. Titus’s gut twisted, bile rising in his throat. What kind of a sick mind does this?

They pressed on after a shaky pause, breaths shallow and ragged. Soon, they slipped into a shadowed room where Lucas and another scientist were hoisting Pike and Rifelder onto surgical tables.

From their hiding spot, Titus and Lincy watched, pulses hammering.