The tunnels stretched endlessly, their walls scarred with the marks of battles long forgotten. The air was thick with dust and the faint tang of oil and rust. Sera led the group deeper, her blade humming faintly as it resonated with the unseen energy pulsing through the underground.
Oleg trailed close behind, his guitar strapped across his back, while Elián scanned the area with his handheld monitor.
"Seventeen prototypes," Elián muttered. "How many do you think are active?"
Sera didn't answer. She couldn't.
Because deep down, she already knew—too many.
A Warning in the Dark
They stopped at a junction, where three paths branched off into darkness.
"This way," Sera said, pointing to the left.
"Wait." Oleg grabbed her arm. "Do you hear that?"
At first, there was nothing. Just silence.
Then the sound came—a low metallic scrape, like claws against steel.
"They're coming," Elián hissed.
Oleg unslung his guitar. "Time to play."
The Battle Begins
The first machine burst out of the shadows, its glowing eyes locking onto Sera. It moved fast—too fast.
Sera dodged, her blade sparking as it met steel. Oleg struck a chord, the soundwave hitting the machine like a hammer and throwing it back.
But more were coming.
Three. No, four.
"Elián, we need an exit!" Sera shouted, slicing through another machine.
"Working on it!" he yelled back, frantically tapping at his console.
Oleg shifted chords, sending a deeper vibration through the tunnels. The walls shuddered, and one of the machines collapsed, its circuits overloaded.
But the others kept coming.
Unleashed Power
Sera felt the hum in her blade grow stronger, and something inside her snapped.
Time slowed.
She moved without thinking, her strikes precise and devastating. Sparks flew as metal shattered, and the glow from her weapon intensified, illuminating the tunnel like a pulse of lightning.
Elián stared. "What—what was that?"
Sera didn't answer. Her hands trembled, but she forced herself to stay focused.
"No time. Move!"
They ran, leaving the broken machines behind.
A Door Too Far
They reached a massive steel door, rusted but still intact. Elián's monitor beeped as he scanned it.
"It's locked. Old tech."
Oleg stepped forward. "I'll handle it."
He slung his guitar around, adjusting the frequency. A low hum vibrated through the tunnel as he played, the sound focusing into a tight resonance that shook the bolts loose.
The door creaked, then slid open.
"Nice," Sera said.
"Yeah, yeah. Now let's go."
The Hidden Vault
Inside, the room was massive, filled with rows of capsules lined against the walls. Most were dark, but a few still glowed faintly.
Elián approached one, his hands shaking.
"They're still alive," he whispered.
Sera stared at the nearest capsule, where a figure floated in suspension. Its features were sharp, almost too perfect—just like hers.
"Prototypes," she muttered.
Then one of the capsules hissed, and the glass began to slide open.
"No," Elián said, stepping back.
Oleg raised his guitar.
The figure's eyes snapped open, glowing the same pale blue as Sera's.
And it smiled.
Meanwhile…
The Architect stood before a monitor, watching the feed from the vault.
"Let the awakening begin."
The woman beside him nodded.
"They won't escape this time."