Chapter 17

The room shuddered violently as the tremors intensified. Dust cascaded from the cracked ceiling above, blurring Ayla’s vision as she sprinted forward. Her heart pounded in her chest, matching the chaotic rhythm of the crumbling world around her. Behind her, Ravyn-9’s footsteps thundered, his heavy frame unyielding against the tremors. He had been unusually quiet since the detonation device incident, his glowing core flickering erratically.

“Keep moving!” Ravyn urged, his voice a rare blend of authority and desperation.

Ayla stole a glance over her shoulder, her pulse quickening at the sight of the pursuing sentinel drones. Their limbs clattered against the metallic floor, their crimson eyes locked onto her and Ravyn. Each step brought them closer, their mechanical precision a stark contrast to the chaos engulfing the underground structure.