23. The Lattice Edge

The elevator rattled with every foot of ascent, its ancient gears shrieking like dying birds. Sparks occasionally spat from the panel Damien had hastily rewired, but the lift held. Just barely.

Elara gripped the side railing, her eyes fixed on the fast-moving walls of the shaft. "How far up does this go?"

Rika, the Meshborn leader, adjusted her shoulder holster. "Not up. Out. The shaft veers into a horizontal corridor near the top. It was once a supply vein."

Nova leaned into the wall, eyes closed, murmuring. "I can hear the Lattice. It hums like it's... breathing."

Kira frowned. "You're saying Mairee's tech is alive?"

"It isn't just tech," Damien said grimly. "It's integrated bio-coding, living neural strata fused with superconductor networks. That's what makes her omnipresent."

Lyne chuckled humorlessly. "So we're off to fight a living god with a homemade EMP and a stolen tram."

Astra smirked. "Typical rebellion."