We Follow the Signal into the Dark City

I stand with my squad in the tall grass, our boots sinking into the damp earth as we stare at the glowing city below. The neon sign “SEGUII” pulses like a heartbeat in the smog, a command we can’t ignore—follow. Explosions bloom on the horizon, painting the sky in sickly orange, and the distant hum of machinery drowns out our heavy breathing. We’re not just soldiers anymore; we’re shadows moving toward the light, each step a promise to complete the mission, no matter what waits in the concrete labyrinth ahead.