Bunker Sector B – 15 Meters Beneath the Market District.
The atmosphere within Bunker Sector B was traditionally a triumph of engineering—a sanctuary of cool, recycled air maintained by the sophisticated mana-circulation systems Rianor Sudrath had meticulously designed. But tonight, that sanctuary had been violated. The air had turned stagnant, heavy with the suffocating stench of thousands of panicked civilians and the sharp, metallic tang of oxidized iron. The rhythmic thrum of the life-support systems was now a background noise to a far more primal sound: the collective heartbeat of a city waiting for its end.
KRIIIIEEETTT—BOOM!
