The dim, flickering lights of the Underground’s narrow alleys cast long shadows as Levi, Farlan, and Isabel navigated the maze-like streets. The stench of the damp, forgotten city below the surface hung heavy in the air. It was a world far removed from the pristine skies above—filthy, desperate, and dangerous.

Levi walked ahead, his sharp eyes scanning their surroundings for any sign of trouble. His movements were calm, almost calculated, as if each step had a purpose. Behind him, Isabel trailed closely, her fiery red hair bouncing with every step. She wore her usual carefree grin, completely at ease in the Underground's chaos. Farlan walked beside her, his demeanor more cautious, always thinking two steps ahead.