The team crept through the shadowed maintenance corridors, their senses heightened as the hum of the station surrounded them. The Whoosh station’s clinical sterility seemed alien against the natural harmony of the surrounding landscape—a perfect symbol of the Nine Dragons’ intrusion.
Mayang stopped abruptly, her hand pressing against the wall. She closed her eyes, her lips moving in a quiet invocation. The air seemed to thicken around her, and a faint tremor rippled through the ground beneath their feet.
Clarissa leaned in. “What is it?”
Mayang opened her eyes, her face grave. “The earth is warning us. There’s a fault line near the tunnels, and the pressure is building. If we make a wrong move, it could trigger a landslide—or worse.”
Eka gave a curt nod. “Then we’ll make no wrong moves. Let’s stick to the plan.”