Chapter Three: The First Key

“Shen is on basement level one. The Prism is in the third-floor Dome Hall. An unidentified group just entered with no electronics. White eyes embroidered on their collars.” “The Night Watch,” a strange woman interrupted. “If you want to survive tonight, do not touch that Prism.” Qiao killed the channel, then realized the stranger had never joined her network. In a puddle before Lin, a paper eye unfolded by itself. On the third floor, relic 0007 rotated inside its armored case. Its point aimed through every floor directly at Lin. A hundred relics in the banquet hall began to tremble. Shen glanced at the surveillance feed and pressed the total-lockdown control. “He's here.”