Chapter 1215
Serena stood before the metal wall and rapped her knuckles lightly against the surface.
It sounded hollow.
A confident smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she pulled up a scanner on her
phone and swept it across the paneling.
Just as she suspected.
Hidden seamlessly within the heavy steel was a heavily fortified elevator.
Her gaze darkened as she studied the readings.
The camouflage was flawless. Without a localized network hack and specialized imaging, it was entirely invisible.
More importantly, its control system was completely severed from the main grid of the tech center.
It operated on an independent, closed-loop intranet.
If any external device attempted to force a connection, an internal alarm would trigger in a fraction of a millisecond.
She adjusted the scanner to probe deeper into the panel.
The control interface didn’t just demand high-tier access codes; it required
simultaneous dual authentication via fingerprint and iris scans.
Without the exact biometric data of a permitted user, the doors were impenetrable.
“They really didn’t want any uninvited guests p>
There was no doubt in her mind.
This elevator led straight down to the true heart of Obsidian Sun’s operations here in Severia.
She didn’t make a move to bypass it.
At this level of security, pushing her luck would only alert the people inside.
Instead, she methodically recorded the door’s structural blueprints and security architecture.
She would upload the data to the Ghost Alliance’s servers first and formulate a targeted decryption protocol.
With her task complete, she turned to leave.
But just as she circled the underground garage, heading for the secondary exit, she stopped.
Her footsteps halted abruptly.
A heavy, metallic stench of blood hung in the stale air.
Beneath it was the sharp, acrid scent of spent gunpowder.
From the shadows ahead, the brutal sounds of a desperate fight echoed through the concrete cavern-flesh slamming into flesh, frantic boots scrambling for traction.
Serena narrowed her eyes.
Through the flickering, yellowed lights of the parking garage, she finally caught sight of the chaos.
Deep in the cavernous space, shadows danced violently.
A small squad of men in tactical black gear stood back-to-back, forming a tight defensive perimeter. They
ere lyndorian soldiers, and
they were barely holding the line.
They were covered in blood.
One man’s arm had been laid open, a grotesque gash exposing the muscle beneath.
Another had taken a vicious claw to the thigh and could barely stand.
Yet they held their ground. Their rifles were raised, and there was no fear in their eyes.
Surrounding them was a pack of hulking figures draped in heavy black cloaks.
The cloaked attackers moved with a jagged, unnatural stiffness, yet their speed and power were terrifying They attacked without strategy, throwing themselves forward with a mindless, feral brutality.
Serena only needed a single glance to recognize them.
Obsidian Augments.
However, based on their rigid movements, they weren’t the exact same breed she
had encountered on the private island.
These were clearly an earlier, unrefined prototype.
Her eyes locked onto the leader of the squad. It was the man she had briefly passed
by at the hotel’s side entrance.
She had known the moment she saw him that he was Elyndorian military.
The battle in the garage was a bloodbath.
The Dragon-Thorn Squad, Elyndor’s elite tier of special operatives, was currently being led into a slaughter by Drake.
It was painfully obvious this was their first encounter with the mutated monsters born from Obsidian Sun’s labs.
The Augments felt no pain. Their muscles were as dense as steel, and their strength defied human limitations.
The Dragon-Thorn operatives were legendary on the battlefield-unstoppable forces of tactical perfection.
But against bullet-absorbing nightmares that simply refused to die, they were being pushed to the brink.
Every man in the squad was bleeding.
Their tactical vests were shredded.
Deep lacerations carved through their arms, shoulders, and torsos.
Blood dripped steadily from their uniforms, pooling on the concrete floor.
Yet, even in the face of certain death, not a single operative showed an ounce of cowardice. Their eyes burned with the iron will of Elyndorian soldiers.
“Die p>
Drake drove a devastating right hook straight into an Augment’s jaw.
The monster merely snapped its head back into place, unfazed,
before swiping a clawed hand
forward, tearing a deep, agonizing trench straight down Drake’s forearm.