Beneath The streets of Luthadel (End)

"Let's go," he muttered, forcing his eyes away from the monstrous thing. He wanted to forget the connection he'd felt. He wanted to deny it was real. The only thing that mattered now was surviving, saving the people who mattered, and figuring out the rest once they weren't standing in a war zone.

They made their way through the rubble, trying to stay low. The city was filled with shifting shapes in the darkness—crumbling arches, ruined storefronts, half-collapsed towers. Everywhere they turned, they heard distant screams or the clash of metal echoing from unseen streets. Now and then, an enforcer squad would pass in the distance, the faint glow of their gear giving them away. The group would freeze, heartbeats pounding, until the squad was gone. Mikhailis felt an odd dread settling in his stomach. He was used to facing danger, but there was something about the chaos tonight that felt different, more final.