The streets of Shanghai were eerily quiet as Ethan and his team made their way through the city. The early morning light cast long shadows on the pavement, and the few people they passed paid them no mind, unaware of the battle that had just taken place beneath their feet. The air was thick with tension, a reminder that the Architect was still out there, planning their next move.
As they reached their safe house, a small apartment hidden in a forgotten corner of the city, Ethan felt the weight of their near-defeat pressing down on him. They had been so close, but the Architect had escaped, leaving them with more questions than answers.
Once inside, Lang immediately began checking the windows and doors, ensuring that they hadn't been followed. Zoe collapsed onto the worn sofa, her face pale with exhaustion, while Alex gingerly lowered herself into a chair, her injured leg still throbbing from their ordeal in the catacombs.
