Nyx led Ellie through a maze of underground tunnels, their footsteps echoing softly against damp stone. Strange markings lined the walls—ancient symbols intertwined with lines of raw code. Ellie's fingers itched. She understood them.
"This place… it's old," Ellie murmured.
"Older than New Avalon," Nyx confirmed. "And it's one of the last places they haven't corrupted."
"They?"
Nyx stopped at a rusted metal door and turned to face Ellie. "The ones hunting you. The ones who control this city from the shadows. You weren't supposed to wake up, Ellie. But now that you have, they'll do anything to erase you."
Ellie's pulse quickened. "Why me?"
Nyx opened the door, revealing a vast chamber filled with flickering holograms of people, places, moments lost to time. "Because you're not just one person. You're a key to something they've been trying to bury for centuries."