LOGINThe Catacombs. The Nullifier Chamber. 12:45 AM.
HUMMMMMMM. The sound was felt before it was heard. The massive brass tuning forks of the Nullifier began to vibrate. Dust fell from the ceiling. The skulls lining the walls rattled in their sockets like chattering teeth.
Harper stood at the console, her hand impaled on the needle. Her veins were glowing violet. She screamed as the machine drew bio-energy directly from her blood to calibrate the frequency. [ RESONANCE: 40%... 45%... ]
"Hold them back!" Sebastian roared.
He stood in the center of the room, facing the horde of Hollows. He didn't fire his gun. It was empty. He raised his hand. His skin was turning grey. Blue crystal shards were pushing through the pores of his knuckles. The infection was accelerating. The closer the machine got to the Source's frequency, the more the virus inside him reacted.
"HALT!" Sebastian commanded. His voice wasn't human. It was a digital, distorted growl.
The front row of Hollows froze. Their glowing blue eyes flickered. They were confused. Two voices were in their heads. Thorne's voice: Kill them. Sebastian's voice: Stop.
[The Reflection]
Above the chaos, Dr. Thorne’s hologram flickered. He looked amused. "Impressive, Sebastian," Thorne’s voice boomed. "You are tapping into the Hive Mind. You feel it, don't you? The unity." "But look at your hand. You are crystallizing. If you use that power one more time... you will become a statue. Just like me."
Sebastian looked at his arm. It was stiff, heavy. The blue crystals were spreading up his forearm. "I'd rather be a statue than a slave," Sebastian gritted his teeth.
He grabbed a frozen Hollow by the neck and threw him into the oncoming wave. CRASH.
"Jack! How much longer?" Sebastian yelled.
"The gauge is stuck!" Jack fired his last shotgun shell. BOOM. "It's at 60%! It needs more power!"
[The Overload]
At the console, Harper dropped to her knees. "I... I can't..." she gasped. The machine was draining her life force. Her vision was blurring. Her heart was fluttering. She was the Key, but the door was too heavy.
"Harper!" Sebastian tried to run to her, but a massive Hollow tackled him. They rolled on the bone-covered floor. Sebastian punched the creature, shattering its ribcage, but the crystals on his own hand cracked and bled blue fluid.
"She is dying," Thorne’s hologram laughed. "The Nullifier requires a sacrifice. A life for a life."
"No," a soft voice whispered.
Catherine.
She wheeled her chair through the battlefield. She ignored the monsters. She ignored the gunfire. She rolled up to the console where her daughter was collapsing.
"Mom?" Harper whispered, blood trickling from her nose.
"You did good, baby," Catherine smiled. Her eyes were clear. No madness. Just peace. "But this part... this part is for the creator."
Catherine reached out. She grabbed Harper’s hand and pulled it off the needle. Harper fell back, gasping, the connection broken.
Then, Catherine slammed her own hand onto the spike. STAB.
[The Swan Song]
[ DNA MATCH CONFIRMED: PRIME SOURCE. ] The machine roared. Catherine wasn't just a carrier. She had been injected with the raw virus 30 years ago. She lived with it. She adapted to it. She was the Original Battery.
"Mom! No!" Harper tried to crawl to her.
"Stay back!" Catherine commanded. Her voice amplified by the machine. She looked at Sebastian, who was struggling to stand. "Take care of her, Wolf," Catherine said. "Or I will haunt you."
She closed her eyes. And she began to hum. One last time.
Sur le pont d'Avignon...
The machine screamed. The tuning forks glowed white-hot. [ RESONANCE: 100%... 120%... MAX. ]
A pulse of sonic energy exploded from the device. It wasn't a sound. It was a frequency of cancellation.
ZWWWWWWWUM.
The pulse hit the Hollows. They didn't explode. They simply... stopped. The blue light in their eyes went out. They collapsed like puppets with cut strings.
The pulse hit Sebastian. He screamed as the crystals on his arm shattered into dust. The virus inside him was neutralized, forced into dormancy. He fell to the ground, unconscious but human.
The pulse traveled through the earth. Through the bedrock of France. All the way to Avignon.
[The End of the Source]
Underground Crypt. Avignon.
Inside the sealed chamber, the Meteorite was glowing like a sun. Thorne stood before it, his body half-consumed by crystal, bathing in the radiation. "Beautiful," he whispered. "Perfect."
Then, the wave hit. The Nullifier's frequency struck the crystal lattice of the alien stone. CRACK. A hairline fracture appeared on the meteorite. Then another. Then a million.
"No..." Thorne reached out. "NO!"
SHATTER. The meteorite exploded. Not into fire, but into dust. Inert, grey dust. The blue light vanished. The connection was severed.
Thorne screamed as the energy holding his mutated body together dissipated. He crumbled, turning into a pile of calcified ash on the floor of the tomb.
[The Silence]
Paris Catacombs.
Silence returned to the City of Bones. The Nullifier powered down, its brass pipes cooling.
Harper crawled to the console. "Mom?"
Catherine sat in her wheelchair. Her hand was still on the needle. She looked like she was sleeping. But her chest was still. The violet light in her eyes was gone.
"Mom..." Harper touched her face. It was cold. She buried her face in her mother's lap and wept. The sound echoed through the endless tunnels of the dead.
Sebastian limped over. He put his hand on Harper’s shoulder. He didn't speak. He just stood there, guarding them in their grief.
Jack took off his cap. Dr. Braun bowed his head.
They had won. The Source was destroyed. The virus was inert. But the cost was laid out before them. A mother’s love, paid in blood.
(End of Chapter 87)
The Swiss Alps. Genesis Sanitarium. Sector Zero: The Core. Depth: 800 Meters.They rappelled down the shaft into silence. The air here was different. It didn't smell like a hospital or a laboratory. It smelled like Ozone and Ancient Dust. The temperature dropped. Their breath came out in white puffs.They landed on a platform made of polished black obsidian. Before them stood a massive set of double doors. Not metal. Not wood. Bone. Giant, fossilized ribs of some leviathan creature, curved to form an archway."This isn't Nazi tech," Harper whispered, touching the bone. "This isn't Templar either." "This is... older."Sebastian checked his weapon. One magazine left. "Stay close," he said. "Whatever happens, don't touch the purple crystals."He pushed the doors open. CREAAAAK.[The Cathedral]The room beyond was vast. A cathedral carved out of the living rock of the mountain. But instead of stained glass, the walls were lined with Amethyst Clusters the size of cars. They pulsed with a r
The Swiss Alps. Genesis Sanitarium.Sector 4: Containment Hallway.Altitude: Unknown (Deep inside the mountain).The roar was deafening. The six Rejects charge. They didn't run like men; they scrambled on all fours like skinless spiders, their claws screeching against the pristine white floor. They had no eyes, but their ears twitched at the sound of Harper’s breathing."Don't let them get close!" Sebastian yelled.Harper didn't hesitate. She leveled her sniper rifle. At this range, it was basically a cannon.BOOM. The Cryo-Round hit the lead monster in the chest.CRACKLE. Liquid nitrogen exploded on impact. The monster’s torso froze instantly, turning blue and brittle. It tried to take another step, but shattered into a thousand frozen bloody chunks."One down!" Harper shouted, cycling the bolt.But the others were fast. They leaped off the walls, dodging the clumsy rifle shots. One monster lunged at Sebastian.[The Dance of Death]Sebastian had no armor. No exoskeleton. He only had a Mo
The Swiss Alps. The Matterhorn Region. Altitude: 3,000 Meters. Blizzard Conditions.The wind howled like a dying wolf. Visibility was zero. A black tactical helicopter (stolen from a PMC depot in Zurich) struggled against the storm. Jack was piloting, fighting the controls. "The altimeter is freezing up!" Jack yelled over the headset. "I can't see the landing zone! We're flying blind!""Trust the sensors," Sebastian sat in the co-pilot seat. He wasn't wearing a suit anymore. He was geared up in white arctic camouflage, holding a thermal scope. "The Genesis Sanitarium is built into the mountain. It has no heat signature. We have to find the ventilation exhaust."Harper sat in the back, loading specialized cryo-rounds into her sniper rifle. "Takeshi's postcard gave us coordinates," she said. "But it didn't tell us about the defense grid."BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. [ MISSILE LOCK DETECTED. ]"Incoming!" Jack banked the chopper hard to the left. WHOOSH. A surface-to-air missile streak past their
Tokyo. Akihabara District (Electric Town).Sunday. 2:00 PM.The streets were packed. Giant screens blared J-Pop. Maids handed out flyers. Tourists took photos of cosplayers. It was the loudest, brightest place on Earth. And the perfect place to hide."I feel ridiculous," Sebastian muttered. He was standing in the middle of the street. He wasn't wearing his tactical gear. He was wearing a long, black trench coat with a high collar, silver wig, and holding a prop sword.Cosplay Theme: The Dark Swordsman."You look cool," Harper laughed. She was dressed as a Cyber-Valkyrie (silver armor, neon wings). It hid her real weapons perfectly. "Blend in, Sebastian. Everyone here is wearing a costume. If we dress like normal civilians, the facial recognition will flag us instantly. The algorithms ignore 'fictional characters'."Jack walked behind them. He refused to wear a costume. Instead, he was carrying a massive, life-sized plushie of a Pikachu-like creature. "It shields my heat signature," Jack
Tokyo. Fuchu Prison. Sector Z (Underground). Incinerator Room. 3:05 AM.CLANG. The bottom of the sanitation truck opened. Sebastian, Harper, Jack, and Braun tumbled out onto a conveyor belt, surrounded by "biological waste"—failed cyborg parts and twisted metal. Ahead, the orange glow of the Plasma Incinerator roared, ready to melt everything into slag."Move!" Sebastian shouted. He sliced open the body bags. They scrambled off the belt just seconds before the waste was consumed by the fire.They were in. The air smelled of burnt ozone and antiseptic. "Sector Z is two levels down," Harper checked her wrist comp. "Zero's cell is at the end of the hall. Cell 001.""Let's go say hello," Jack racked his shotgun.[The Prisoner]Cell 001.The cell had no bars. Just a wall of laser grids. Inside sat a young man. Thin, pale, with messy hair dyed electric blue. He was sitting on the floor, staring at a blank wall. He was mumbling code. "01001... Loop... Override... Sector 4..."Sebastian walke
Tokyo, Japan. The Port of Yokohama. 11:00 PM. Heavy Rain.A rusted cargo ship docked in the shadows of the massive cranes. Four figures slipped off the gangway, disappearing into the maze of shipping containers. They weren't tourists. They were ghosts.Sebastian pulled up the collar of his coat. The rain here tasted like metal and ozone. He looked at the skyline across the bay. Tokyo wasn't just a city anymore. It was a circuit board. Towering holograms of Nakamura Corp danced in the sky—giant geishas holding microchips, dragons made of fiber optics."Welcome to the future," Jack spat, adjusting his backpack (filled with C4, not souvenirs). "I hate it.""Keep your heads down," Sebastian warned, scanning the perimeter. "Takeshi Nakamura has turned this city into a panopticon. The Eye of Tokyo sees everything."Harper adjusted her smart-glasses. "I'm picking up thermal scans every 30 seconds. Facial recognition drones are patrolling the highway." "If we step into the light, we are dead.







