The air inside the subterranean lab smelled of ozone and metal, a sharp tang that clung to the back of Dr. Elara Voss’s throat. She adjusted the gloves on her hands, their synthetic fibers humming faintly with residual energy from…
The air tasted of iron and ash as Kael pressed his palm against the bark of the ancient oak, its leaves trembling despite the stillness. The forest had always whispered to him, but today the sound was a low, ragged…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the visor of her helmet, the thin glass fogging with her breath as she stared at the jagged silhouette of Kael-9. The planet’s twin suns hung low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the rust-colored…
The air in the sublevel corridor tasted metallic, like rusted pipes and static. Dr. Elara Voss pressed her palm against the steel door, feeling the faint vibration of something alive beneath the surface. The vault had been sealed for thirty…
The air in the sublevel lab smelled of ozone and old metal, a scent that clung to Elara Voss’s lab coat like a second skin. She stood before the obsidian slab, her breath fogging the glass partition as she pressed…