Natra Phan 2 -

The descent was a nightmare.

It was the closest thing to an apology she had. Natra Phan 2

“Give it back, boy,” growled Captain Vee, her voice a scrape of rust and rage. She stood twenty feet away, her crew fanning out across the swaying bridge. Her left arm was a hydraulic claw, steaming in the downpour. “That Heart belongs to the Spire Rats. We bled for that map.” The descent was a nightmare

“The Heart goes there,” Lin said, pointing. She stood twenty feet away, her crew fanning

Through the grates of the old fish refinery, down a rope ladder slick with algae, into the whispering dark where the city’s innards groaned like a dying beast. Lin led the way, her pale fingers tracing symbols on the walls—leftover runes from the builders. Kaelen followed, holding the Heart like a lantern. Captain Vee brought up the rear, her claw scraping sparks off the iron rungs.