The cramped, sideways corridor of the fallen skyscraper ended abruptly. The floor sheared off, the fossilized walls pulling back to reveal a subterranean hollow.
The ravine the building had bridged hadn't just widened; it had grown. Jagged, pale crystal formations jutted from the bedrock, catching the light of bioluminescent fauna that had lived in the dark for a hundred thousand years.
A pool of water dominated the center of the cavern. It was unnaturally still and pitch-black, mirroring the glowing crystals and the drifting, spore-like lights floating on the damp air. The moss under their boots pulsed faintly with every footstep, fading to dark a moment later.
Nothing down here felt aggressive. It felt ancient, isolated, and entirely indifferent to them.
"We're setting up here," Don whispered.
No one argued.
I have seen the great steppes under a full moon, Khan murmured. The ancient warlord's voice was stripped of its usual edge. I have seen the mountains of the west from passes no living man has crossed. I have seen things that empires wrote poems about. A heavy pause. This is something else.
Will watched the drifting lights reflect off the black water.
Tyson and Don picked their way down the slick incline to the shoreline. Don crouched, tested the water with a finger, and drank carefully. Tyson found a flat shelf of crystal and dropped his heavy frame onto it with a long, rattling exhale.
Will and Maddie stopped at the water's edge a few yards away. Close enough to the others for safety, but far enough that their voices wouldn't carry.
A drifting, violet light landed on Maddie's armored forearm. She didn't brush it away, just watched it pulse before it floated back into the dark.
The adrenaline crash was settling in, turning their conversation into a low, exhausted debrief of the slaver ambush and the bizarre ways the world had tripped over itself to keep them alive.
Then Maddie shifted gears.
"Curtis was wrong about almost everything," she said quietly, watching the black water. "But not everything."
Will didn't answer. She turned her head, fixing him with a sharp, calculating look.
"You're always listening to something," she said. "Sometimes you react to things nobody said out loud. So either the apocalypse broke your brain, or you're a very specific kind of crazy."
Will watched a gold light skip across the surface of the pool. "I died at the end of the Tutorial," he said.
That got her full attention. He kept his eyes on the water.
"I mean that literally. I held the choke point. I bled out. Then I woke up here with a voice in my skull that will not go away, and ignores me ninety percent of the time."
Maddie studied his face in the dim light. "Who?"
Will let out a slow, exhausted breath. "Ancient. Highly tactical. Completely insufferable." He rubbed the back of his neck. "And he has very outdated opinions. Especially regarding women."
Maddie smirked. She shifted her weight, ignoring the mud and her bruised knee, and leaned in. She looked him right in the eye, dropping her voice.
"Oh yeah? What did he say about me?"
Will's face flooded with heat. The sheer, unexpected weight of the question caught him completely off guard, his tanned face flushing a dark, rapid red. Maddie saw it happen and clearly enjoyed the leverage.
Will opened his mouth, failed to find a safe answer, and closed it. He looked at the water. Then he looked back at her, a tired, genuine smile breaking through the embarrassment.
"Nothing I can repeat," he said. "Not in mixed company, anyway."
The counter landed. Maddie's smug expression faltered for a fraction of a second, replaced by a dangerous, approving glint.
"It's getting dark!" Don called out from the crystal shelf, his voice echoing over the water. "We should grab Allison and the others before we lose the light."
The tension snapped.
Maddie leaned back, resting her hand on the hilt of her new sword. "Convenient timing," she murmured.
Will just rubbed his hot face. "I hate all of you."
"You'll live," Maddie said, pushing herself up. She turned back toward the camp with a smile that made it very clear she intended to remember this interaction forever.
When she turned away, Will let out a long breath. He knelt at the edge of the pool, reaching down to splash the freezing water onto his face. He just needed the flush to vanish before the rest of the camp saw him.
His fingers broke the glassy surface.
Something heavy, cold, and smooth drifted directly into his open palm.
Will flinched, his hand closing on pure reflex. He jerked his arm back, hauling a dripping weight out of the water.
It wasn't a blind cave fish. It was a dense, metallic cylinder the size of his forearm, overgrown with bioluminescent moss. A mythic-gold and crystalline blue prompt flooded his vision, the System delivering an unnervingly cheerful chime.
[Anomaly Detected: System Luck Threshold Exceeded.]
[Item Recovered: Pre-Fall Stasis Tube (Sealed)]
[Grade: Epic]
[Description: Some people fish for answers. You fish for lost ages.]
The violet light bleeding from the tube cast harsh shadows against the crystal walls.
Maddie stopped. She turned slowly around.
She stared at the dripping cylinder in his hands. Then she looked at Will, whose face was still a disastrous shade of red.
"Did you just pull an Epic-tier artifact out of a puddle because you were embarrassed?" she asked, her voice dead flat.
Black water dripped from the metal casing onto Will's boots. "It drifted into my hand," he said blankly.
A conqueror secures the spoils of the earth! Khan's deep, booming laughter rattled the inside of Will's skull. You offer tribute to the vanguard to secure her loyalty. A crude method, boy, but undeniably effective!
"I am going to drown myself in this pool," Will muttered.
Maddie tilted her head, a slow, entirely genuine grin breaking across her face.
"Seven out of ten for the blushing," she said. "Ten out of ten for the loot."
She turned back toward the shoreline, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter.
Will stood by the freezing water, holding an ancient, glowing tube of unknown technology while a thousand-year-old warlord cheered in his head. He decided right then to stop trying to predict how the apocalypse was going to go.