Tunnels の小説・ストーリー

Alex asked. "Well, that's the interesting thing. The articles give several explanations for the phenomenon. Some say that the tunnel is a secret portal that can connect two different cities. It can only be activated by certain people with special powers. Alex. The portal was created by a secret organisation that wanted to control both cities. Some say the tunnel was a failed scientific experiment that caused a distortion of space and time within. When we entered the tunnel, we didn't realise that we had crossed a wormhole that took us to another city in an instant. The tunnel is very dangerous and unstable and could collapse at any time. But there are those who say that the tunnel is a secre

Chapter 85 – The Hollow Tunnels Gabrielle’s POV The Hollow Tunnels were so cold that I was shivering. The air was heavy and smelled old, like dust and mold mixed together. The walls were damp and narrow, and water kept dripping from above, hitting the stony ground. The ground was stony with little rocks that made it hard to walk without stumbling. But it wasn’t the tunnels that scared me most. It was the visions. Every time I blinked, I saw Crystal.

Kalen jumps down first, landing quietly, then gestures for me to follow. The tunnel is tight, barely wide enough for the both of us. The walls drip with moisture, every step echoing faintly. I can hear the distant sound of movement above us, soldiers running, alarms being called. Hayes is doing his part. “Keep low,” Kalen whispers. “These tunnels connect to the lower vault under the camp. No one uses them except his core scouts and me.”

“They haven’t been used in years. I’d almost forgotten about them.” Tunnels? My ears perked up. “Tunnels? What kind of tunnels?” “They run under the Estate,” Dawson explained. “They were used way back, for… well, for all sorts of things. Smuggling, secret meetings, you name it. There’s an entrance hidden in the woods on the north side, and I think there might be another one somewhere near the old stables.” Hope, a tiny little spark, flickered in my chest. “Could we use them?”

As my consciousness began to fade, I forced myself to reach out and fumble for the burner phone hidden on me. [That favor you owe me—you can pay it back now.] The moment the message had been sent, both the display on my phone and my mind plunged into darkness. I had no idea how much time had passed before the pungent stench of disinfectant finally jarred me awake. My body felt as though it had been crushed into pieces and then forcefully patched back together. The hollow emptiness in my lower abdomen served as a constant, brutal reminder of everything that had just transpired.

I breathed. Damian did not answer at first. His jaw was clenched, his eyes on the road before us. At last, he muttered, "These tunnels extend miles. They were built centuries back—some link to the old ruins beyond the city, some to the river, and others." He lost the words on the wind, his eyes frowning. "Others?" I prompted. "Some lead right into death traps." I gulped.

The emergency tunnels hadn’t been used in decades. They were carved beneath the Andorran mountains during the original consolidation—when the Lancasters believed Crane’s operatives might breach the compound from above. A last resort. An underground system of fallback routes, sealed and shielded, meant only for the bloodline. Most believed the tunnels had collapsed long ago. But as Charlotte and Elias moved deeper into the service hatch beneath the east wing, the walls told a different story. They weren’t crumbling. They were preserved.

(Alicia) “Tunnels?” Rocco and I ask at the same time. “Yes. There are tunnels leading from Marvinda right into Wolfsreach.” Rocco looks confused, and about to blow a gasket all at the same time. But he doesn’t say anything. I can feel him reeling across the bond, though.

Something had been overlooked—something vital. “The tunnels!” I gasped, the realization hitting me like a ton of bricks. “Damon, it’s the tunnels!” “What?” Damon shouted back, struggling to be heard over the roar of battle. “The tunnels under the camp!” I explained, my voice shaking with urgency. “They’re using them to breach our defenses from below!” Damon’s eyes widened as he understood the gravity of the situation. The tunnels—an old network that ran beneath Silverwood, forgotten by most—had always been a potential weak spot.