Gathering the Forgotten

The night air was thick with the scent of smoke and dust as Ava led her team through the labyrinth of the city's forgotten underground—the sprawling network of tunnels and abandoned subway lines where society's outcasts hid.

Faint echoes bounced off cracked walls, whispers of lives shattered by Winterglass's iron grip.

"This is where we find those who won't bow," Ava said, her voice low but resolute.

Sable's eyes scanned the shadows, alert for threats or signs of hope.

Noah kept watch, every muscle taut, ready to react.

Suddenly, from a dim corner emerged a figure—a tall woman with fierce eyes and a patchwork cloak, her stance radiating strength hardened by survival.

"I'm Kaela," she said, voice rough but unwavering. "I know people who still believe in freedom. They'll fight."

Luca stepped forward, showing her the recovered data. "We have proof of Winterglass's plans. But we need numbers."

Kaela's gaze sharpened. "Numbers? We have fire, but it's scattered."

Ava nodded. "Then we'll light the flames together."

As they spoke, distant thunder rumbled—metallic and unnatural.

From above, the sinister Sentinels descended like shadows given form—giant, relentless machines hunting any sign of rebellion.

Kaela's eyes narrowed. "They're here."

The team braced for their first real test, hearts pounding as steel met spirit.

The fight for the city's soul had truly begun.

To be continued...