Chapter 34

The sewer stank of rust and rot.

Edgar’s boots splashed through ankle-deep sludge as he moved, one hand on the wall, the other clutching the curved blade Professor had given him before they left the mansion.

Behind him, Professor moved in silence — not graceful, but deliberate. Eyes always scanning. Listening.

They were beneath Blackthorn Prison now — the most secure facility in the region. Vampires weren’t locked in cages here. They were sealed. Buried.

And Magnet Man was one of the worst of them.

Or so the world thought.

Edgar knew better.

“Up ahead,” Professor whispered, voice barely audible over the dripping pipes. “There should be a maintenance tunnel leading into the lower vault.”

“Should be?”

Professor raised a brow. “Records were... vague. It’s either that or backtrack through the plague tunnels.”