The ground-level access ramp terminated at a massive, sloped hydraulic blast door designed to withstand a direct orbital strike or a catastrophic surface-level mutation event.
With the Stadium's primary power grid completely severed by Ren's assault on Sub-Level 5, the heavy electronic mechanisms governing the exit were entirely dead. The thick steel plates remained locked in their descending tracks, sealing the subterranean logistics depot in absolute, suffocating darkness. To a standard Coalition engineering squad, bypassing the unpowered blast door would require hours of concentrated thermite cutting and heavy industrial winches.
Ren did not possess hours, nor did he require industrial machinery.
He stood at the top of the concrete incline, the heavy rubber soles of his combat boots gripping the grooved ramp. He pressed both of his broad, calloused hands flat against the freezing, two-foot-thick steel plating of the primary door.
[Passive Activated: Iron Skin]
