I kick it gently.
The face rolls into view.
Fedor.
It’s Fedor’s head.
“What the fuck is going on?” I rasp.
“Myko,”I bark,“update Bay. Something’s wrong.”
My jaw tightens. My lungs are struggling now. The air is thick with rot and dread.
If Fedor’s dead, and Roran was here…
Then she—
No.
No fucking way.
She’s not dead.
I bolt out of the room and backtrack, heart hammering, until I spot a corridor I missed.
Three doors. All open. All empty. The same shit as before, but at the end of this hallway, there's a staircase.
I race up the steps two at a time.
“Myko. Be alert. Anyone up there?”
“There are three humans ahead.”
I tap into my mother’s power. My skin hums with fury. The second I step into the upper floor, I stop cold.
The ‘medicine’—that grotesque, blood-filled tank is standing in front of me, mocking my kind like it’s alive and breathing.
Rage slams into every nerve. The runes along my skin flicker violently—like every merfolk lineage inside me screaming, roaring, rising.Hating.
These humans.
The filth of creation.
Born powerless, yet arrogant enough to think they own this world. That we don’t belong beside them.
I raise my hand. A single wave and the tank crashes to the floor. The blood explodes outward, seeping into every crack, every stone in this vast storage space.
This place will reek of vengeance long after we’re gone.
“They found the merfolk,”Myko says, relief lacing his voice.
Only then do I exhale.
“I’m getting them out. Seventeen merfolk in total,”he adds.
I reach into my pocket when I remember the Sur-El pendant. It radiates warmth even through the handkerchief, even through my pants.
I should've given it to Bay before I ran in, I didn't even think. But luckily, she has Onyx.
