Chapter 88 The Vault's Silence
- The elevator groaned as it sank deeper into the underground levels. Damien stood perfectly still, every muscle coiled, every breath measured. The metallic hum echoed in the silence, but in his ear March’s voice was a low thread.
- “You’re almost at sublevel six. Cameras show minimal movement. Either it’s clean, or it’s a trap.”
- “It’s always a trap,” Damien muttered.