Several generations ago, the founders built the Trinity District in secrecy. Far away from the last lights of civilization, they forged their city. The three towers were developed by the brightest of their fields who, foreseeing the inevitable, forsook their lands and formed their own foundation. While the rest of the world rotted, the district found themselves thriving through every apocalyptic event. Together, all of them vowed to rely on one another so that one day, Earth would be theirs to remake in their own image.
At least, that was the story Declan remembered being told so many times as a child. The story told to them by the first founders, the story that had brought him pride and purpose growing up. Now, even as he stood waiting in line behind his teammates while listening to the thundering echoes of the crowd’s hungry roars from below, he couldn’t help but lose himself reminiscing. He so desperately wanted to feel again the unwavering clarity of the path ahead. He wanted to believe that nothing had changed, that all his doubts were unfounded.
The Helix Games horn blew like a war cry, and the doors to the launchpad slid open, revealing the airfield arena around the Hive. The pounding on the glass from all the floors below filled the air with anticipation. The lights powered up to full intensity, and they all prepared to fly.