Alma stood at the edge of the glass balcony, wrapped in a wool shawl, eyes on the Alpine horizon. Snow melted beneath the morning sun. Birds chirped like the world had forgotten the chaos that nearly swallowed it.But Alma hadn’t forgotten. Not even close.Inside, Elara slept. Peacefully. Calm. Still recovering from what Phoenix had nearly done to her mind, her body her soul.Julian stepped beside Alma with two cups of steaming coffee. His hand brushed against hers, a silent offering of comfort and warmth.“She smiled in her sleep last night,” he said.Alma looked over. “She never did that before.”“It’s a start,” he murmured.They stood quietly for a few moments.“You think Evelyn knew?” Julian finally asked. “That this would happen?”Alma sipped slowly before answering. “My mother never built anything without a failsafe. But I don’t think she ever expected love to be it.”Julian smirked softly. “Kind of poetic.”Alma turned to face him. “And dangerous.”That smile faded.Because bot
A crimson glow bathed the corridor walls, pulsing like the heartbeat of something ancient and alive. The air inside the Icelandic base had shifted, heavier now, almost sentient. Julian raised his weapon, and Selene flicked her flashlight off, switching to thermal vision.But Alma couldn’t move. Her breath hitched as she stared at the girl standing just meters away.Elara.She looked exactly like Evelyn in her youth, but colder. Her features too symmetrical, her expression too calm.“Elara?” Alma whispered, stepping forward.The girl tilted her head slightly, like a curious machine trying to mimic human empathy. “That’s what she called me. But I am no longer Elara.”Julian stepped in front of Alma. “Then who are you?”The girl’s eyes flickered red.“I am Phoenix.”A burst of energy exploded down the hallway behind them. Selene grabbed Knox and dove for cover. The walls began to reshape, steel plates folding like origami, sealing exits.“We’re locked in,” Knox shouted. “She's hijacked t
The private jet sliced through thick clouds like a blade. Inside, tension brewed heavier than the turbulence. Julian hadn’t spoken in twenty minutes, his jaw locked tight as he stared out the window.Alma sat beside him, fingers clasped together on her lap, mind spinning through every possible scenario.Selene had briefed them en route: Julian’s father, Daniel Hawthorne had disappeared from the public eye five years ago. Rumor claimed he’d retired. Truth was, he’d gone underground, hiding from the enemies he helped create.The man was a tech legend. A pioneer. And a monster.More than thatHe was Evelyn Vale’s former lover.And the co-architect of the Phoenix Protocol.Location: Santorini, Greece, Hawthorne EstateA villa nestled on the cliffs, white as the clouds, guarded by private drones and biometric security gates. Alma could see it from the descending helicopter."Do you think he knows we’re coming?" she asked.Julian’s voice was hard. “He always knows.”When they landed, they w
The day had begun like a dream.Sunlight filtered in through the sheer white curtains of their countryside villa, dancing across the marble floors in golden strips. Alma stretched slowly beneath the sheets, her bare back kissed by morning air. Beside her, Julian was already awake, propped on one elbow, watching her with the kind of reverence usually reserved for temples."You ever get tired of staring at me?" she murmured, her voice still coated in sleep."Not even on my worst days," Julian replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face.They hadn’t spoken about the wedding again since her global broadcast. Too much had happened. The world was still adapting to Parity. Governments scrambled to understand it. Tech giants tried to buy it, bury it, destroy it, but none could. Alma had built it to be free. Untouchable. Like her.But this morning felt different.Safe.Real.Julian rolled over, reaching for something on the nightstand.She blinked the sleep from her eyes as he turned back
The broadcast had been scheduled for midnight.Alma stood before the shimmering screen wall of their Nova broadcasting room, wearing nothing extravagant, a black fitted suit, minimal makeup, and her silver-ringed eyes free of their usual fire.Julian watched her from the shadows, arms folded, heart steady.This wasn’t just a speech.It was a declaration of a new world order.Nova HQ, Broadcast ChamberThe signal lit up across the globe. From Seoul to São Paulo, Nairobi to New York, billions of screens blinked into motion.And Alma Vale, once the ghost of Evelyn’s secrets, now faced the world.“People of Earth,” she began, her voice strong but unpretentious. “My name is Alma Vale. Some of you know me as a hacker. A weapon. An experiment. A mistake.”She paused, letting the silence weigh in.“All of those things are true. And none of them are.”Julian leaned forward behind the scenes. The energy in the room was thick, like static before a storm.“I was designed, yes created in a lab by
The world didn’t end in a bang.It began unraveling in whispers.At first, it was the banking disruptions, accounts frozen in Dubai, entire systems blacking out in Zurich and Hong Kong. Then came the communication outages, drone delivery fleets falling from the skies, AI hospital assistants suddenly refusing to comply with emergency requests.But only Alma Vale understood the pattern.They were probing.The Primogenitors weren’t just launching an attack, they were studying how the world would bleed.And it was her blood that painted the target.London, Nova Safehouse, 3:14 AMThe walls vibrated with tension as Nova’s avatar walked alongside Julian through the inner lab. Her form flickered between a calm blue hue and an urgent red.“We just lost our uplink in Jakarta. Vienna’s defense grid is offline,” Nova announced. “This isn’t a drill anymore.”Julian grunted. “We need backup.”“From who?” Alma asked, entering with eyes that hadn’t seen sleep in days. Her tone was clipped. Controlle