Chapter one hundred and ten

Rhys sauntered into the dilapidated store, his eyes scanning the dusty shelves and faded signs. The bell above the door jingled as he entered, but the sound was muted, as if the very atmosphere in the store was oppressive. He made his way to the back, his footsteps echoing off the walls. The air was thick with the scent of decay and neglect.

As he reached the rear of the store, Rhys pushed aside a tattered curtain, revealing a small, hidden elevator. The doors were old and rusted, but they slid open with a soft hiss as he approached. He stepped inside, his smirk growing wider as the doors closed behind him.

The elevator lurched to life, descending into the darkness beneath the store. Rhys’s eyes gleamed with anticipation, his fingers drumming a random beat on the wall. The air in the elevator was stale and musty, but he didn’t seem to notice.

The elevator doors slid open, revealing a room that was the antithesis of the store above. The walls were lined with sleek, silver panels, and t