Chapter 94 Final Stand!

• The airport rose before them like a city that never slept.
• Floodlights bathed the wide concrete stretch in stark white, casting long, sharp shadows that sliced across the ground. Glass walls gleamed under the night sky, reflecting frantic movement inside—travelers dragging luggage, security personnel pacing with clipped urgency, digital boards flickering with departures, but there weren't many people as it was the nighttime. The air smelled of fuel, metal, and rain-soaked asphalt, heavy and electric, as if the night itself was holding its breath.
• This place was supposed to mean escape.