The neon pulse of the Underground didn’t just play; it breathed. In a city built on top of its own scrap metal, "Momentum" wasn't a choice—it was the only way to survive the descent.
The wind screamed in time with the high-pitched synths.
He stepped onto the ledge, looking down at the sea of shimmering cyber-waste. The bass dropped like a physical weight, a jagged, distorted growl that tore through the stagnant air. Kael didn't wait for the snare. He threw himself into the void. The Descent