The City That Refused to Die

The ruined city did not sleep.

Even though it looked dead, even though the buildings were broken and the streets were cracked, something still moved beneath the silence.

Kemp felt it the moment they stepped deeper inside.

The air here was different. It carried memories—old pain, old hope, and old fear that never fully faded.

The survivors stood at a distance, watching the group carefully. They were thin, their clothes torn and patched again and again. Some carried simple weapons made from stone and metal scraps. Others held nothing but watched with sharp, tired eyes.

They had learned how to survive.

But not how to trust.

The older woman—their leader—looked at Kemp again. Her gaze was steady, but her hands trembled slightly.

Leader:
“You say you will walk these paths.”
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“But paths like this destroy those who walk them.”

Kemp nodded slowly.

Kemp:
“I know.”
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“But staying still will destroy you too.”

A low murmur spread among the survivors.

Some looked afraid.

Some looked angry.

Some looked… hopeful.

George stepped forward, stretching his shoulders.

George:
“Look.”
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“We didn’t come here to make speeches.”
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“We came because the prison is breaking.”
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“And when it does, places like this will be the first to be crushed.”

That got their attention.

One of the younger survivors clenched his fists.

Young Survivor:
“So what?”
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“We just follow you and die somewhere else?”

Serdihun spoke gently.

Serdihun:
“No.”
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“You decide for yourselves.”
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“But you deserve to know what’s coming.”

Sarmon stepped beside her. His presence alone made the survivors uneasy—but also curious.

Sarmon:
“This city exists because the gods failed to erase it completely.”
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“That makes it important.”
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“And dangerous.”

Alir looked around at the broken towers.

Alir:
“How long have you been here?”

The leader answered quietly.

Leader:
“Longer than memory.”
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“Longer than hope.”

Birson lowered his staff slightly.

Birson:
“Then you have endured something no one else has.”
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“That means your voices matter.”

The leader studied Birson, then Alir, then Kemp again.

Leader:
“…You’re different from the others we’ve seen.”

Kemp frowned.

Kemp:
“Others?”

The leader’s expression darkened.

Leader:
“Soldiers.”
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“Hunters.”
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“Things sent by the prison.”
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“They come sometimes.”
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“They don’t leave survivors.”

Serdihun 2 shivered.

Serdihun 2:
“…That’s comforting.”

George snorted.

George:
“Welcome to the worst tourist spot ever.”

A sudden vibration rolled through the ground.

Stronger than before.

Dust fell from nearby buildings.

Cracks spread across the stone streets.

The survivors panicked slightly, gripping their weapons.

Leader:
“It’s happening again.”

Sarmon closed his eyes briefly.

Sarmon:
“The prison is adjusting.”
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“It sensed resistance.”

Kemp felt pressure build in his chest again—not pain, but awareness.

Kemp:
“It’s not just adjusting.”
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“It’s searching.”

Everyone looked at him.

Birson’s eyes narrowed.

Birson:
“You feel it, don’t you?”

Kemp nodded.

Kemp:
“Like something turning its head.”
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“Trying to find where the problem is.”

George muttered.

George:
“Yeah.”
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“And guess who that problem is.”

Another roar echoed from far above.

This one was deeper.

Slower.

More controlled.

The survivors backed away instinctively.

Leader:
“That sound…”
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“That’s new.”

Sarmon opened his eyes.

Sarmon:
“That is not a watcher.”

Silence followed his words.

Alir felt her heart sink.

Alir:
“Then what is it?”

Birson answered.

Birson:
“A warden.”
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“One that moves.”

Serdihun whispered.

Serdihun:
“…That sounds worse.”

Birson nodded.

Birson:
“It is.”

The city lights flickered—faint glowing crystals embedded in the streets began to pulse weakly.

The survivors stared in shock.

Young Survivor:
“They haven’t lit up in years…”

Sarmon looked around sharply.

Sarmon:
“The city is reacting.”
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“It recognizes Kemp.”

Kemp swallowed.

Kemp:
“I don’t know how to control this.”

George clapped a hand on his shoulder.

George:
“Kid.”
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“Nobody ever does at first.”

The leader took a slow step forward.

Leader:
“If the prison is coming…”
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“…this city will fall.”

Kemp met her eyes.

Kemp:
“Not if we move.”

Leader:
“Move where?”

Birson lifted his staff and pointed toward a distant, half-collapsed tower at the center of the city.

Birson:
“There.”
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“The heart of the ruin.”

The survivors reacted immediately.

Leader:
“No.”
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“That place is forbidden.”

Serdihun 2 blinked.

Serdihun 2:
“Everything here is forbidden.”

The leader exhaled slowly.

Leader:
“That tower is older than the prison itself.”
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“Something sleeps beneath it.”

Sarmon stiffened.

Sarmon:
“…You never told us that.”

Birson looked troubled.

Birson:
“Because most have forgotten.”

Another tremor hit—strong enough to knock loose stones from the buildings.

A distant, heavy step echoed through the underground world.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

George’s smile vanished.

George:
“That’s definitely walking.”

Kemp felt the pull again—stronger now—dragging his attention toward the tower.

Kemp:
“It’s calling me.”

Alir grabbed his arm.

Alir:
“Kemp, be careful.”

Kemp looked at her and smiled weakly.

Kemp:
“I will.”
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“I promise.”

Serdihun stepped forward too.

Serdihun:
“If you go…”
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“We go.”

Serdihun 2 nodded quickly.

Serdihun 2:
“No splitting up.”
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“Ever again.”

George sighed.

George:
“I swear, one day I’ll choose a quiet job.”

Birson straightened.

Birson:
“This city survived because it refused to disappear.”
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“So will we.”

The leader looked at her people—at their tired faces, their worn hands.

Finally, she nodded.

Leader:
“…Then we walk with you.”
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“If this is the end…”
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“…we choose how we face it.”

The city shook again.

Cracks of light spread across the ceiling far above, like veins of fire.

Somewhere in the darkness, something massive turned its attention fully toward them.

The warden was coming.

And beneath the forbidden tower—

Something ancient was waking up too.

Kemp took a deep breath.

Kemp:
“Then let’s move.”
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“Before the prison decides for us.”

Together, they began walking toward the heart of the ruined city.

The city that refused to die.

And soon—

Neither would they.