The black SUVs of the Iron Reach weren't just chasing; they were hunting in a pincer formation. One surged forward to ram Caelum's rear bumper, while the other veered into the oncoming lane of the Industrial District, preparing to cut him off at the next intersection.
"Caelum, they're closing in!" Elena cried, her hands white-knuckled as she gripped the door handle.
"I see them," Caelum said. His voice was unsettlingly calm, the tone of a man counting change at a grocery store rather than fighting for his life. "The Iron Reach uses standard tactical mana-engines. They have raw speed, but they're top-heavy. They can't handle the 'Grip' of the Underbelly."
Caelum didn't hit the brakes as they approached a sharp, ninety-degree turn flanked by rusting shipping containers. Instead, he reached down and pulled a secondary lever hidden near the gear shift—the Sovereign's Clutch.
A golden spark traveled from his palm into the car's transmission.
The obsidian sedan didn't just drift; it seemed to bite into the asphalt. The tires screamed, but the car pivoted on a literal dime, sliding sideways through a gap between two containers that was barely an inch wider than the car itself.
Behind them, the first Iron Reach SUV tried to follow. Its driver, overconfident in his high-tier engine, slammed into the turn too hard. The heavy vehicle clipped the edge of a container, flipped twice in a spray of sparks and glass, and landed on its roof.
"One down," Caelum muttered.
The second SUV was smarter. It veered around the wreck, its roof-mounted mana-cannon beginning to glow with a dangerous, violet light.
Voom—
A bolt of concentrated energy streaked past the sedan's window, melting the side mirror into a puddle of slag.
"They're shooting!" Elena screamed.
"They're desperate," Caelum replied. He didn't look back. He was focused on a crumbling brick warehouse ahead that looked like a dead end. "Elena, close your eyes."
"What? Why?"
"Because if I miss the timing, the flash will blind you."
Caelum slammed his thumb onto the center console. The Eternal Heart inside him roared, and a surge of pure kinetic energy flooded the sedan's rear exhaust. The car didn't just accelerate; it leaped. As they hit the brick wall of the warehouse, Caelum triggered a localized pulse of mana that shattered the structural integrity of the bricks a millisecond before impact.
They burst through the wall like a ghost through paper, emerging into the pitch-black interior of an abandoned factory. Caelum doused the lights and pulled a hard U-turn behind a massive, rusted smelting vat.
Seconds later, the second Iron Reach SUV roared through the hole in the wall. The driver slowed down, the mana-cannon scanning the darkness. The mages inside were confused—the sedan's heat signature had completely vanished.
Caelum watched them through the darkness, his breath held. He had shifted the car into 'Cold Sleep' mode, a technique that drained his own mana to mask the engine's radiation.
The SUV cruised past their hiding spot, its searchlight missing the sedan by a hair. As soon as the pursuers headed deeper into the factory, Caelum slipped the car into reverse and drifted silently out of the same hole they had entered.
He didn't head back to the main road. He dove into the maze of the "Rust Bucket"—a sector of the city so polluted and dense that even the High Lord's mages feared to enter.
Ten minutes later, they pulled up in front of a neon sign that flickered with a dying green light: SILAS'S SALVAGE & SURGERY.
The "clinic" was an old auto-body shop. The air smelled of ozone, antiseptic, and cheap tobacco.
Caelum killed the engine and finally let out a long breath. The golden glow in his eyes faded. "We're here."
He got out and opened Elena's door. She was shaking, her eyes wide as she looked at the bullet-scarred walls of the shop.
"You... you destroyed a Tier-4 interceptor with a sedan," she whispered, looking at him as if she were seeing a monster for the first time.
"I told you," Caelum said, pulling his jacket back on to hide the glowing seals on his skin. "I'm just a driver who knows the shortcuts."
The heavy metal shutters of the shop rattled upward, revealing a man who looked more like a grease-monkey than a doctor. He had a cybernetic eye that whirred as it scanned them, and a cigarette dangling from a mouth full of silver teeth.
"Caelum," the man said, his voice like gravel in a blender. "I heard a rumor you got married. I didn't realize you married a corpse."
"She's not a corpse, Silas," Caelum said, stepping forward. "She's a Queen. And you're going to fix her."
Silas looked at Elena, then at the black SUV tracks in the distance. He spat on the ground. "The Iron Reach is hunting her, Caelum. Bringing her here is a death sentence for my shop."
"I'm not asking for a favor, Silas," Caelum said, his voice turning low and dangerous. He reached into his pocket and tossed a heavy, gold coin onto the table. It wasn't Valerius currency. It was an ancient coin stamped with a sun—the mark of the Eternal Dynasty.
Silas's cybernetic eye nearly popped out of its socket. He grabbed the coin, his hands suddenly trembling. "Where did you... how..."
"Fix her," Caelum commanded. "Or the next thing I toss on that table will be your head."
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