The Undercroft: Cinderfall City.
The air was still and the only sound that could be heard was the constant dripping of water from a leaky overheard pipe. This was where Jonah's life started, in these dark tunnels. Coming back felt like visiting a ghost.
He moved silently acting like a ghost himself. He, Seraph, and Vanessa were a small, secret team, their black tactical gear blending into the dark. managing all communications alone, ready to send backup if trouble started.
"The coordinates are just ahead," Seraph whispered, her voice a low in their earpieces. "An old, abandoned power substation. Stay at alert. This whole place feels wrong."
Jonah didn't need the warning. Every nerve was on fire. The idea of meeting his greatest enemy here, as a potential ally, made him feel very uneasy.
