Hades
We slowed our pace.
The corridor ahead curved left, then descended, blinking red with deeper access points. The further in we went, the colder it felt—like the walls themselves were warning us. Every movement, every breath, felt like it echoed under surveillance.
Cain dropped his voice. "We lay low. No sudden moves. No bluffs unless I call it."
I didn't argue. My pulse still thundered from the encounter. My hands were still twitching, claws wanting to emerge.
"We're running out of time," I said.
"And we'll lose all of it if you pounce too soon," he countered. "We don't know how many levels are watching. If the AI catches an emotional spike or movement deviation, it'll lock the sector. We're not walking out of that."
I ground my teeth but nodded once.
Cain tapped the corner of his eye, pretending to wipe sweat. "There are ten cameras in this hall. Only three are obvious. The rest are built into the overhead grid. Micro thermal lenses."
