The Undercroft was now filled with fire and collapsing tunnels. The explosion from the substation's power core had destroyed the foundations of the city above, and the everything was coming down around them.
"This way!" Seraph yelled, her voice a sharp order in the chaos. "Trace's signal is this way!"
Jonah ran, his chest burning, holding the data crystal Thorne had given him tightly. It seemed as if he held the world's burden in his palm. He, Seraph, and Vanessa climbed over piles of wreckage and got out of the way of falling concrete. Behind them, they could hear the quick sound of plasma guns. Silas and her hired soldiers were very close behind them.
They were being hunted.
They came out of a crumbling sewer entrance and into the streets of the Undercroft. A military-grade armored vehicle screeched to a stop in front of them, its door flying open.
"Get in!" Draven yelled from the driver's seat.
