Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 368

Chapter 368: Through The Maze

Hades

We stepped through.

And the world shifted again.

Gone were the blood-streaked halls and the writhing chaos of monsters. This was... organized.

Buzzing with activity.

Structured like a hive—but colder.

Clinical.

Rows of bright overhead panels cast sterile light down long corridors lined with reinforced glass. Behind each glass wall, I saw labs—some filled with machines I couldn’t name, others housing tanks of glowing liquid, and others still... worse. Containment units. Cryo-pods. Silver-plated restraints bolted into walls.

But what truly caught my eye were the people.

Dozens of them.

Some walked briskly in pressed uniforms, marked with a strange, curved M-crest embroidered above their heart. Others—armed guards—stood posted at intersections, holding advanced rifles unlike anything Obsidian had issued. Then there were the scientists: lab coats, goggles, datapads glowing blue in their palms. They moved in choreographed indifference. Focused. Efficient.

Not a single one of them looked panicked.

They knew.

They knew what was above. They knew what we fought through. And they stayed here anyway.

"This isn’t a vault," Cain muttered beside me. "It’s a fortress."

"Or a bunker," I said grimly, "for monsters in human skin."

We ducked behind a wide support beam as two guards passed. Their boots thudded in perfect sync. Neither spoke.

Cain scowled. "We need to blend in or we’re dead before we find Kael."

I glanced down at myself—still half-shifted, bloodstained, glowing faintly at the edges with silver energy. Not exactly subtle.

Cain grinned, pulling something from a compartment on his belt. "Lucky for you... I plan ahead."

He held up a small, matte-black canister etched with rogue code.

"Pulse-gas?" I asked, recognizing the design.

"Modified version," he said. "Short-range neuro-disruptor. Drops anyone with a heartbeat. They’ll wake up with migraines, but no memory."

He didn’t wait for approval.

Cain yanked the pin, then rolled the canister forward.

It clicked once.

Twice.

Then hissed.

A cloud of translucent vapor surged out, crawling low across the floor like a living mist. Within seconds, the effect was visible—guards slumped mid-stride, scientists fell against their terminals, one by one collapsing like dominoes. No screams. No alarms. Just silence.

Cain motioned. "Quick. Uniforms."

We moved.

I tore a coat from one of the taller men, ignoring the weight of the body as I rolled it aside. Cain did the same, tossing me a rifle and slipping into his own stolen gear like second skin. The rogue in him was always prepared for subterfuge. It was in his blood.

I fastened the coat, adjusted the collar to hide my throat, and let the silver light in my skin die down.

The world felt wrong in here.

Tighter.

Sharper.

Like the air itself had expectations.

Cain crouched beside a fallen soldier and rifled through his pockets, pulling out a sleek identification card with a glowing circuit at its core. "These guys don’t use keypads," he muttered. "Biometric-encoded cards. Smart. Fast. Makes brute-forcing a bitch."

He tossed one to me.

I caught it and held it up to the wall scanner near the corridor intersection.

It pulsed red.

"ACCESS DENIED," the panel snapped in a sterile, synthetic voice.

Cain frowned. "Wrong rank."

I growled and moved to another body—this one wore a captain’s badge stitched in matte thread across his chestplate. I yanked his ID and tried again.

This time the scanner blinked green.

"ACCESS GRANTED. AUTHORIZED LEVEL: BETA-VAULT OPERATIVE."

A soft hiss signaled the corridor doors unlocking ahead.

Cain whistled low. "That’s more like it."

We gathered five cards total—two captain-level, three technician class. It was enough for a recon unit. Barely. But our numbers had thinned. Of the dozen that made it in, only seven stood now, counting Cain and me.

Too many for stealth.

Too few for war.

I scanned the others. Bloodied. Breathing heavy. Still standing—but not invincible.

"We split," I said.

They all turned toward me, instantly attentive. Warriors trained to follow. Even the rogues, now.

"We can’t move as one unit—not in a place this monitored. The more of us there are, the more attention we draw. This—" I held up the ID card, "—gets you through doors. Not all of them. But enough. If you hit a redlock, double back and regroup. Don’t get fancy."

Cain folded his arms. "You got a plan or just winging it?"

"I always have a plan," I said. "Even if it’s chaos."

I pointed at two of the younger Lycans, both from Cain’s side. "You—stay here. Strip the bodies. Keep watch. Loop the cameras if you can find a control port. If they wake up early, gas them again or kill them quietly."

The taller one nodded, already moving to a nearby console.

I turned to the rest. "Cain and I are heading deeper. The corridor with the bio-seal—Kael’s trail leads that way. If we’re not back in twenty, assume fallback protocol."

"And the fallback is?" one rogue asked, squinting.

"Blow the entrance," Cain said with a grin. "Seal this place like a tomb."

I didn’t smile.

I just checked my stolen rifle, then stepped forward.

Because the ease of the first part had been a lie. An illusion of control.

This place—the deeper we went, the more I could feel it—it wasn’t just a lab or a vault.

It was alive.

And it was waiting.

Waiting for something to test me.

Because they believed we belonged. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

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