Feng Yizhou left without another word, coat flaring slightly behind him as he disappeared down the hall with his men.
The atmosphere shifted the moment he was gone, quieter somehow, but not calm. The safe house was secured, yes, but that meant little in a world that already unraveling.
Qingran didn't waste time lingering in her room. She decided to check her gear and update her maps. If she was heading to the labs later, she needed to understand the ground layout. But for now, she had to wait, night time was when the real play began.
Meanwhile, Feng Yizhou's convoy wove through the fractured remains of the upper district, their tires slicing over cracked asphalt and past overturned checkpoints.
The sky above Guyoung was dimming fast, dipped in ash rather than dusk.
They arrived at a high-security tower just outside the government quarter, one of the few places still powered, still clinging to structure like nothing was wrong.
