Whispers of the Unseen War

Previously

…With renewed urgency, she gathered her belongings. The power was still out, the apartment steeped in an oppressive darkness. She navigated by the faint glow of her phone, her movements swift and silent. She couldn’t stay here. She had to reach those reservoirs, to find whatever secret they held, before the Architects decided to escalate their methods once more. The next interruption, she knew with chilling certainty, would not be a tremor or a power outage. It would be far more final. The unseen war had just declared itself as very real, and Eleanor Vance was now its unwilling combatant.