Chapter 61 Chasing Whispers

The Undercity lived up to its name. The oppressive darkness, illuminated only by the faint glow of their suits, pressed in on them. Eerie silence reigned, broken only by the rhythmic hum of the unknown energy that permeated the atmosphere. Each step felt like a descent into an abyss, the air thick and heavy with a strange, metallic tang. Friesland, ever the vigilant leader, scanned their surroundings with a practiced eye. His gloved hand rested on the unfamiliar controls of his suit, his fingers twitching near the holster of his sidearm. Elizabeth, ever the strategist, focused on the holographic map projected on their visors, tracing the faint blue line indicating their designated path. The Scholar, dwarfed by the bulky suit, stumbled slightly but continued forward, his eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. Their journey was a slow, laborious process. The uneven terrain, littered with jagged rocks and crumbling structures of unknown origin, forced them to navigate cautio