ログインAlexander stood frozen, staring at Lena’s lifeless body on the metal table.
His own heartbeat thundered painfully.
Hearing Cassandra say you will die didn’t scare him.
He stepped closer, brushing his hand gently across her cheek.
“I’m here,” he whispered. “I’m right here, Lena…”
Elias watched silently, jaw clenched, a storm of emotions tightening his features.
And something he’d never admit aloud:
Cassandra circled the table, her eyes sharp and calculating.
“We don’t have much time,” she said. “Her heart is slowing. The purge is settling. If it roots fully…”
Alexander nodded once.
“What do I have to do?” he asked, voice cracking.
Cassandra hesitated — the slightest flicker of conflict in her otherwise cold demeanor.
“The purge inside her… it needs an anchor. A stronger body. A stronger will. One tied to the Circle by blood.”
“That’s me,” Alexander said immediately.
Elias stepped forward sharply. “You can’t just—”
Alexander turned to him, voice low and raw.
Elias’s jaw tightened. “I know. But we need to think—”
Alexander shoved past him. “There’s nothing to think about.”
Elias grabbed his arm.
Alexander stopped, glaring at his brother.
Elias swallowed, voice breaking for the first time.
“You’re my only family left.”
Alexander froze.
Elias’s eyes softened — something vulnerable slipping through the cracks.
“Don’t make me watch you die too.”
Alexander stared at him.
Then whispered:
“You want me alive? Help me save her.”
Elias let go.
He stepped back, face hollow with grief he didn’t know how to express.
Cassandra prepared two metal cuffs, each glowing with faint blue circuits.
“These will link your circulatory systems,” she explained. “Your blood… your energy… will flow between you both.”
Alexander nodded quickly.
Cassandra didn’t move.
Her voice lowered.
“Alexander… you need to understand the full truth.”
He frowned. “What truth?”
Cassandra exchanged a glance with Elias — a heavy, knowing glance.
Then she spoke.
“The purge doesn't just kill the recipient.”
Alexander’s stomach tightened. “What do you mean?”
Cassandra’s tone was soft. Serious.
“It consumes them.”
Elias froze. “Cassandra—”
She continued.
“It burns the soul. The memories. The essence. When it’s done… the person is gone.”
Alexander felt the world tilt.
“Gone… how?”
Cassandra whispered:
“Gone. Not dead. Erased.”
Alexander’s breath shattered.
Lena would wake up — and he would not only be dead…
Lena would go on living…
Her world would never have had Alexander Knight in it.
He choked on the realization.
“That’s the price?” he whispered hoarsely. “She lives… and I disappear?”
Cassandra nodded. “Yes.”
Alexander looked at Lena again — at her motionless form, her hair falling over her face, her fingers curled weakly.
He loved her enough to die.
But did he love her enough…
Elias saw the torment in his eyes.
And for the first time, Elias broke.
“Alex…” Elias whispered. “We can find another way. Please—”
But Alexander shook his head.
“There is no other way.”
He lifted Lena’s hand, pressing it to his lips — one last trembling kiss.
“I promised you,” he whispered, voice breaking. “I’d protect you. Even from this.”
Elias suddenly slammed his fist into the table, eyes burning.
“DAMN IT, ALEX! If you take the purge—she lives, and you’re GONE!”
Alexander wiped a tear from his cheek — the first Elias had ever seen.
“That’s the point,” he whispered.
Cassandra raised the cuffs again.
Alexander didn’t hesitate.
“Yes.”
Elias’s breath hitched.
He stepped forward, grabbing Cassandra’s wrist. “Wait.”
Alexander turned sharply. “Elias—”
Elias looked between them — Alexander, Lena, Cassandra — and something inside him broke open.
He whispered:
“There IS another way.”
Alexander frowned. “What are you talking about?”
Elias stepped closer to Lena.
“The purge needs someone of the bloodline.”
He met Alexander’s eyes.
“I’m of the bloodline too.”
Alexander froze.
“No.”
Elias nodded.
“Yes.”
Alexander shook his head violently. “Elias—you’ll die—”
Elias smiled faintly, bitterly.
“Alex… I’ve been living on borrowed time since the night my mother died.”
Alexander swallowed, voice trembling. “You can’t—”
Elias placed his hand gently on Lena’s cold arm.
“One of us dies tonight,” he whispered. “It doesn’t have to be you.”
Alexander shook his head harder. “I won’t let you.”
“You can’t stop me.”
Cassandra stepped back — surprised, even shaken.
“Elias…” she murmured. “You understand what that means?”
Elias nodded.
“I die. And she lives.”
Alexander grabbed Elias by the shirt, voice breaking into a raw scream.
“YOU’RE MY BROTHER!”
Elias stared straight into his eyes — and whispered:
“Then let me save her.”
Alexander’s hand trembled.
Tears fell.
Slowly…
Painfully…
He let go.
Elias stepped toward Cassandra.
“Prepare the transfer.”
Cassandra hesitated only a heartbeat.
Then nodded.
Alexander crumpled beside Lena, sobbing quietly.
Elias stood over them, eyes soft, full of something rare and beautiful:
Peace.
He whispered to Lena’s still form:
“Live, little flame.”
Snow drifted through the torn opening of the jet’s wreckage, settling softly on Alexander’s unmoving body. Lena’s breath fogged the icy air as she tried—failed—to move him.Her voice trembled, desperate:“Alex… please wake up. Alex, don’t do this to me—please—”But he didn’t stir.His pulse thudded beneath her shaking fingers—weak, uneven, but alive.Relief and terror crashed together inside her.Sable watched her struggle with an indifferent curiosity, like observing an injured animal.“Touching,” Sable murmured. “Your devotion is almost sweet.”Lena’s head snapped up, tears freezing against her skin.“What did you do to Elias?”Sable arched a brow. “To him? Nothing. The purge did that on its own.”“Where is he?” Lena demanded.Sable’s lips curled.“Alive.”Lena’s heart stuttered.“But not… himself.”Lena’s breath caught in her throat.“What does that mean?”Sable stepped closer, heels crunching softly in the snow. She crouched gracefully in front of Lena, her gloved fingers lifting
The explosion lit the night sky like a dying star.White light.Golden fire.Thunder cracking across the clouds.Then—silence.A heartbeat later, the shockwave slammed into the jet.The aircraft lurched sideways—metal groaning, alarms screaming—and dropped like a stone.Lena was thrown against her seat, the belt cutting into her ribs.“Alexander!” she screamed, reaching for him.He grabbed the nearest latch, swinging violently as the jet twisted.“Hold on, Lena!”The world tilted.The floor became the ceiling.Loose equipment flew like bullets through the cabin.Cassandra fought to stabilize the jet, fingers flying across the controls.“We’ve lost the left wing! Engines failing—altitude dropping—brace yourselves!”The lights flickered—darkness—Then emergency red lighting filled the cabin.The jet nosedived.Lena’s stomach lurched into her throat as gravity yanked her downward.She gasped, breath ripped from her lungs.“ELIAS!” she screamed into the night—but there was nothing out
The night sky burned gold.The surge of purge energy ripped across the wing, blinding, violent, alive. Alexander shielded his face as the force slammed into him, nearly tearing him off the metal.“ELIAS!” he shouted, voice raw.But Elias didn’t hear him.Couldn’t.His body glowed brighter—veins lit like molten rivers, hair lifted by static, every breath a shockwave. He looked less like a man and more like a star about to collapse.Inside the cabin, Lena screamed his name, her voice carried away by the roaring wind.“ELIAS—STOP! LISTEN TO ME!”But the purge inside him was drowning everything else out.Cassandra grabbed the cockpit mic, yelling into it,“Elias! You’re overloading the purge core! You need to stabilize—NOW!”He didn’t respond.His feet dug through the wing metal, molten gold dripping from his heels. The aircraft groaned, shaking violently.Alexander crawled toward him, pressing against the wind that threatened to rip him free.“Elias!” he shouted again. “Look at me!”No m
Cold air roared into the cabin as Elias hurled himself out of the open hatch. The night sky swallowed him instantly, wind tearing at his body.But he didn’t fall.A golden flare burst beneath his boots as he landed on the jet’s wing with supernatural balance — the purge inside him anchoring every movement.The sentinel turned its head toward him.Two red eyes glowed through the mask.It stood tall, unmoving, sword still embedded in the wing. Its black armor absorbed the rushing wind like it was standing on solid ground.Elias steadied himself and shouted over the storm,“COME ON, THEN!”The sentinel pulled the blade free.The metal shrieked.Lena screamed inside the cabin as the jet lurched violently to the side, sparks spitting from the damaged panel.Alexander grabbed the wall to steady himself.“CASSANDRA—KEEP US LEVEL!”“I’M TRYING!” Cassandra yelled back. “BUT IF THAT THING TEARS OFF THE WING, WE’RE ALL DEAD!”On the wing, the sentinel lunged.Elias threw up his arm — golden ener
The south exit of the bunker opened into a narrow passageway carved through stone, the air thick with dust and the hum of hidden machinery. Lena stayed pressed against Alexander’s side as they moved, her legs still weak but her mind alert.Elias walked ahead, silent, tense, every muscle rigid. The faint golden glow beneath his skin pulsed faster the closer they came to the open air.Cassandra led them quickly.“Hurry. The purge is reacting,” she said without turning.Elias’s voice was low.“It’s sensing something.”Alexander’s brow hardened. “Sable?”“Or something she controls,” Cassandra replied grimly.The moment they stepped out into the night, a cold mountain wind hit them, carrying the scent of pine and snow. In the distance, faint landing lights illuminated a small, camouflaged airstrip. A sleek black jet sat ready, engines quietly humming.Alexander’s grip tightened around Lena’s hand.“We’re almost there.”But Lena didn’t miss the way his eyes scanned every shadow, every treet
The bunker was quieter now, but only on the surface.Beneath every breath, every heartbeat, tension simmered like a storm waiting to break.Alexander paced the length of the room, jaw tight, shoulders stiff, mind already ten steps ahead. He checked weapons, supplies, maps—then checked them all again.Lena watched him from the side, still pale but recovering.He hadn’t left her side for longer than a minute since she came back to life.Elias leaned against the far wall, eyes closed, breathing slow and controlled as he fought to stabilize the purge inside him. Faint gold pulsed beneath his skin, but he kept it contained—for now.Cassandra typed furiously at the main terminal, the screens filled with encrypted files, satellite paths, and intel from an underground network Lena didn’t know existed.The group was silent… until Cassandra suddenly spoke.“We need to move within the next two hours.”Alexander snapped to attention. “Why?”Cassandra turned toward them, pushing her glasses up the







