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According to the map, the location wasn't on the surface of the planet. It was three hundred miles directly below the tectonic plate they called home. Elias leaned back, his heart hammering against his ribs. There was nothing down there but magma and pressurized silence.

On the screen, a single string of digits pulsed in the center of the void: . 126424

The air in Sub-Level 4 tasted of ozone and old copper. Elias adjusted his headset, his eyes locked on the flickering green terminal. After months of decrypting the heavy-layer protocols of the "Lazarus" archive, he had finally broken through. According to the map, the location wasn't on

From deep beneath the floorboards, miles under the crust of the earth, something immense groaned in response. The "Lazarus" wasn't an archive. It was a doorbell. There was nothing down there but magma and

At first, he thought it was a timestamp—a forgotten moment in the Great Blackout. But as he ran the numbers through the station’s geological mapper, the terminal began to hum, a low vibration that Elias felt in his teeth.