Chapter 103
- The heavy steel door of Sub-Level 7 groaned open with a screech of tortured metal, and we spilled into the antechamber.
- The air was more freezing, a clean, sterile cold that was a stark contrast to the filth and the chaos of the upper levels we had just fought through. It was the cold of a tomb. A frozen, waiting tomb.
- “This is it,” Anna whispered, her voice a hushed, reverent thing. “The cryo-bay.”