The Hidden Sanctuary

The signal was faint, barely noticeable amidst the residual static of the city's ruined systems. But Amina had detected it, and now it tugged at Kofi's mind, an unsettling presence that wouldn’t let him rest. He stared at the decaying walls of their makeshift operations room, still reeling from the battle they'd just survived, but this—this signal—it gnawed at him.

"Are you sure it's coming from outside the city?" Kofi’s voice was low but tense as he studied the map Amina projected on her wrist comm. The dim glow of the hologram barely illuminated their faces, casting long shadows in the flickering light. They were gathered in the remnants of their hideout, the air heavy with exhaustion.

Amina nodded, her eyes not leaving the map. “It’s subtle, like it was meant to be hidden. But it’s there, and strong. Deep underground, just beyond the city limits.”