"EBWH-116.-4K--R," it read, "is not a message, but a map. Follow its coordinates to the edge of the city, where the skyscrapers give way to the whispering woods."
There, hidden behind a cascading waterfall, stood an ancient bunker, its entrance sealed by a door etched with the same characters that had started it all: EBWH-116.-4K--R. EBWH-116.-4K--R
Elian's journey took him through streets that narrowed into alleys and eventually into a forest that seemed to hum with an otherworldly energy. The trees grew taller and the air thickened with anticipation as he approached the designated coordinates. "EBWH-116