"Oh my," Nikki gasped, her voice trembling as she pointed to a group of figures silhouetted against the flickering lights on the upper floors. The shadows danced ominously, their movements slow yet deliberate, sending a shiver down my spine.

  Malachi, ever composed, adjusted his grip on his wand. "Well," he said, his tone calm but firm, "since we didn’t hear them charging down the stairs, it’s safe to assume we have time to strategize. Ideas?"

  Nikki raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a wry smile. "Strategizing doesn’t exactly scream ‘Malachi.’"

  He smirked, leaning casually against the wall. "Then maybe, little one, you’d like to take the lead. Or better yet," his gaze shifted to me, "let Connor handle it. He’s proven himself under pressure."

  I blinked, unsure how I’d suddenly become the designated tactician. My track record wasn’t exactly stellar, but I figured it couldn’t hurt to roll with it. Keeping the group’s confidence intact seemed just as important as getting out alive.

  Scanning the area, my eyes landed on a side door leading to the 50th floor. It was inconspicuous enough to serve as a hideout—or, if needed, a vantage point for an ambush. "Follow me," I said, stepping toward it.

  We slipped through the door and pressed ourselves against the walls, cloaked in the shadows of the dimly lit stairwell. Every breath seemed deafening in the tense silence. The sound of approaching footsteps echoed faintly, growing louder with each passing second. The intruders were speaking in hushed tones, their words too muffled to discern.

  One of them paused abruptly. "Hey, Billy," a voice called out, tinged with annoyance. "Check these doors out."

  A moment of incredulity flashed through me. Billy? Really? It felt absurd to encounter such a pedestrian name amidst the chaos.

  "He's coming this way," Nikki whispered, her voice barely audible. Her eyes darted to Malachi, who had gone eerily still. I could see the calculation in his gaze, the subtle shift in his stance as he prepared to act.

  Before I could object, Malachi sprang from his corner like a coiled spring, his wand striking the intruder with a dull thud. The figure crumpled to the ground, but the commotion alerted his comrades. Their shouts rang out, and they surged forward, forcing us into action.

  I had no choice but to engage. Two of them charged at me, and I felt a rush of panic. One lunged with his wand raised, but I managed to sidestep, tumbling awkwardly down the stairs in the process. The maneuver disoriented them long enough for me to regain my footing.

  They weren’t giving up. Their steps thundered behind me as I scrambled to recover. My wand felt heavy in my hand, my movements clumsy in comparison to their precision. One attacker swung, narrowly missing my head. I countered with a wild strike of my own, which only served to widen the gap between our skill levels.

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  Just when I thought I was done for, one of them accidentally struck his teammate in the chaos. The brief distraction gave Nikki the opening she needed. She descended like a storm, grabbing the stunned opponent by the collar and delivering a series of blows that left him reeling. Her unrelenting assault ended with the staircase giving way beneath them, sending both crashing to the floor below.

  I dashed down after them, heart pounding, unsure whether to assist or flee. But before I could act, Malachi appeared out of nowhere, dispatching the remaining adversary with a swift, precise motion.

  "Took you long enough," Nikki muttered as she dusted herself off. Malachi simply chuckled, his confidence infuriatingly unshaken.

  "Alright, let’s move," he said, gesturing toward a nearby wall. With a casual push, a hidden panel slid open, revealing a narrow, metallic corridor.

  "Convenient," Nikki said dryly, rolling her eyes as she followed him inside.

  The air in the passageway was stale, carrying a faint metallic tang that made my skin crawl. The walls were cold to the touch, and the dim lighting only heightened the sense of unease. We crept forward until we reached another door, this one secured by a keypad.

  "Of course, there’s a code," Nikki groaned. "Because why make things easy?"

  Malachi didn’t seem fazed. "Give me a moment," he said, crouching to examine the device. With a practiced hand, he pried open a panel on the side and severed a wire. The lock clicked, and the door swung open.

  "How did you know how to do that?" Nikki asked, a mix of skepticism and admiration in her voice.

  "Let’s just say I’m resourceful," Malachi replied with a wink.

  The room beyond was massive, dominated by a towering rocket suspended in a web of cables and pulleys. It loomed over us like a giant, its metallic surface gleaming ominously under the harsh fluorescent lights.

  "Is this… a bomb or something?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

  "Feels like it," Malachi said, his tone unusually serious. "We need to disarm it. Quickly."

  We scattered, searching the room for anything that might help. The space was cluttered with monitors, control panels, and an array of unfamiliar equipment. I felt completely out of my depth, my hands shaking as I fumbled with buttons and levers.

  Then, a deafening roar shattered the air. Suddenly, engines ignited as if it was a rocket or a missile, and it began to rise, dragging its tethers with it.

  "What did you do?" Nikki shouted, her voice a mix of panic and accusation.

  "I—I don’t know!" I stammered, frantically pressing buttons in an attempt to stop it. Nothing worked. The rocket climbed higher, its ascent slow but relentless.

  "Pull the lever!" Malachi yelled, pointing to a switch near the base of the rocket. I lunged for it, my heart pounding. The lever was stiff, refusing to budge despite my best efforts.

  "Come on!" I gritted through clenched teeth, pouring every ounce of strength into the task. Finally, with a groan of protest, the lever gave way. The rocket shuddered and came to a halt, its engines sputtering before falling silent.

  A moment of silence passed, broken only by the sound of our ragged breaths.

  "We did it," Nikki said, her voice tinged with disbelief. But our relief was short-lived. The sound of footsteps echoed behind us—reinforcements.

  "They’re here," I whispered, my grip tightening on my wand.

  We had no choice but to face them. The room descended into chaos once more, wands clashing and energy bolts flying through the air. My movements were instinctive, fueled by adrenaline and sheer determination.

  Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the world around us dissolved. The ground vanished beneath my feet, and I was plunged into darkness.

  When I opened my eyes, I was back in the real world. The headset was gone, replaced by the familiar hum of the training room. I blinked, disoriented but alive. Around me, my teammates were doing the same, their faces a mix of exhaustion and triumph.

  We had survived. More than that—we had won.