The lights still twitched overhead, trying to decide whether they wanted to stay alive or play dead.
But Sera barely glanced at them.
For some reason, it always seemed that lights were always the first thing to panic. And when the darkness came, that was the time when people panicked most.
Her creature purred, pleased by the shift in the air. He knows who you are. He knows what you are. And the best part is, he isn't afraid of either.
Aerenyx didn't wait for permission.
He moved into the corridor with a relaxed confidence that didn't belong in sterile white halls. The facility was trying to reroute power now—emergency lights flickered from red to stark, surgical white. The brightness made every smear of melted flesh on the floor look like spilled bleach.
A clinical broadcast crackled through surviving speakers:
AIRBORNE HAZARD. SEAL COMPARTMENTS. NEGATIVE PRESSURE ENGAGED. DO NOT BREATHE WITHOUT FILTRATION.
