The world outside slowly began to breathe again.The cities that had gone dark flickered back to life one by one. Streetlights blinked on, then steadied. Car horns returned to their usual rhythm, and screens across continents lit up with news anchors trying to explain the inexplicable calm that had replaced the chaos. For the first time in weeks, the pulse of Earth felt normal.Inside Thorne Tower, the quiet was fragile. The relief that washed through the halls was layered with tension, because victory had a cost. Evelyn Thorne lay in a secluded wing of the building, her body unharmed but her mind… erased.Julian approached her room slowly, the familiar sound of his boots echoing in the hall. He paused at the doorway, hand on the frame, and studied her. Evelyn’s chest rose and fell steadily, but her eyes once so full of fire were now blank, vacant, staring at nothing and everything at once.“Hey,” he said softly, stepping closer. “Can you hear me?”No response.He swallowed. The word
The Ghost Cell in Lagos had finally tracked their mission to an old factory on the city’s outskirts. The building looked abandoned from a distance with high walls, rusted gates, razor wire curling across the top but the air around it buzzed faintly, as though it carried a secret. From inside, a steady hum of energy leaked out, quiet yet heavy enough to make the skin prickle.That night, the sky above Lagos was in chaos. A quantum storm tore through the clouds, lightning flashing green instead of white. Each strike sent tremors through the city’s weak power grid, plunging neighborhoods into darkness before sparking back to life. It was no accident; Aethelgard had done this deliberately, twisting the storm as a shield.Inside the factory, the Ghost Cell found the source: the emitter. It was no ordinary machine. Its tall frame of glowing pipes and veins of crystal pulsed like a living thing. The light around it bent and warped as though the air itself were cracking. The power coming from
Izzy stared at the glowing map on the war room screen, her hands trembling slightly. Whole regions of the world flickered in and out of signal, like a heartbeat faltering. The Architects’ network was tightening, pulling the Earth closer to fracture. She whispered, almost to herself:“We’re running out of time.”Dr. Thorne, standing beside her, adjusted his glasses and kept his voice steady, though his eyes betrayed the storm inside.“Then we strike now. No hesitation. Every second we wait, they pull another thread loose from reality.”Admiral Hayes leaned over the table, maps and coded dossiers scattered in front of him. His voice carried the calm authority of someone who had stared into chaos too many times to flinch anymore.“We’ve identified their secondary resonance emitters. Hidden in plain sight. They’re buried in businesses, labs, even old buildings people stopped caring about. If we take enough of them down, their link to Aethelgard will crack.”Izzy looked up sharply.“And if
Julian never thought life would land him here. He had been the carefree Thorne, the one who drank too much at galas, who flirted shamelessly, who laughed when others worried about numbers and deals. Responsibility had always rolled off him like rain on glass. But now… now every headline, every panicked phone call, every desperate glance from Ari reminded him that the world no longer allowed him that luxury.Lucian was gone. And with his brother’s absence came the weight of an empire, a family, and perhaps even the survival of nations.Julian wore confidence like a mask. He answered investors with a steady voice, calmed government officials with smooth reassurances, and stood before cameras looking every bit the steady leader. But when the lights were off, and the city outside fell into its uneasy silence, the mask slipped. He often sat alone, shoulders hunched, chest tight, fighting the feeling that he was drowning in someone else’s life.And then there was Ari.Most nights he found h
The world was breaking.Not slowly. Not with warning. But like glass dropped on concrete.Screens everywhere went black. Radios turned to static. Governments begged their people for calm, but no one was listening anymore. The Architects; those who called themselves the Resonants had unleashed their “global reset,” and it was spreading like a sickness no one could see but everyone could feel.Power grids shut down without notice. Cell towers died one after another. At first, there was an eerie and suffocating silence. Then came the chaos.Markets that once rang with voices and laughter turned into battlefields for rice and bread. Families ran through the streets clutching what little food they had. Shops closed their gates, but mobs tore them down. Darkness spread, not just in light, but in spirit. People realized that this was no faraway crisis. It was here. It was now.And inside Thorne Tower, a war no less desperate was being fought.Julian stood before the boardroom table, his face
The lab went dead silent the second Lucian disappeared.The humming of the quantum inter-locator cut off, leaving only the faint crackle of ozone in the air. The vortex snapped shut like a door slamming in their faces. Izzy stood frozen, her chest heaving, her hands trembling at her sides. Dr. Thorne braced himself on the console, his white hair damp with sweat. Both of them were staring at the empty space where Lucian had been just seconds earlier.“He’s gone,” Izzy whispered, her voice almost too small to hear.Dr. Thorne didn’t answer right away. His sharp eyes scanned the screens as if there might be some trace left of Lucian, some echo that could be pulled back. But the monitors showed only static and wild data spikes from the Aethelgard anomaly.“No signal,” he muttered, his tone heavy. “No tether, no feedback. He’s cut off.”Izzy swallowed hard. “So he’s really… alone?”“Yes,” Dr. Thorne said quietly. “Completely.”The words hit her harder than she expected. Lucian had stepped