Broken Illusions のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 107

The silence after the EMP was unlike any quiet they’d ever known. It wasn’t peace. It was the absence of everything. No hum. No lights. No signal. Just the ragged sound of their own breathing echoing off the ice-rimed walls of the Thule facility.Lena stood in the dark, Eleni still cradled in her arms, her pulse beginning to stabilize. Around them, the pods that once contained the last architects of the old regime now lay still—open, steaming faintly as they adjusted to a world that had moved on without them.Jessica activated her backup torch. A single beam of white light cut through the room, catching on metal, on condensation, on tired eyes. Dr. Yashida was kneeling nearby, her breath shallow but steady. Her hands trembled against the frozen floor.Lena’s voice was soft. “Can you walk?”Yashida nodded. “Barely.”Torin moved quickly, distributing heat packs from their gear satchels. He crouched next to Eleni and passed her one, offering a rare moment of gentleness. “That was insane,

Snow drifted down in slow spirals outside the Zurich facility, but inside, Lena’s world was spiraling faster. Since her return from Geneva, the city had become less of a base and more of a crossroads—new faces arrived every hour, each carrying scraps of information, half-buried data shards, rumors, and decisions dressed as opportunities. And at the center of it all stood Lena, weighed down not by authority, but by the memory of how quickly systems slip into inertia when no one is watching.She hadn’t slept. Or rather, she hadn’t allowed herself to. Too much needed tending: Eleni’s fragile psychological stabilization, Jessica’s burnout creeping toward collapse, Torin’s mistrust of the new security liaisons now swarming their building like well-dressed termites.Zurich was no longer just a facility.It was a pressure point.And the world—no longer ruled by Helix but still bleeding from its ghost—was pushing hard on the bruise.The first fracture came not from without, but within.Jessic

The world had begun to exhale, but Lena couldn’t. Not yet. There was something strange about endings when you’d survived this long—something incomplete, like closing a door and realizing you’ve never seen what’s behind it. Zurich remained a distant pulse now, watched from afar. The core team had been given space, their brief removed from the daily rotation of public life, left to operate in what one journalist called “the silent light.”But silence had a way of revealing the fractures.Lena stood on a dirt road just outside of Trieste, Italy. The Adriatic shimmered in the distance, blue as shattered glass. A soft wind pulled through the pine trees. She had come here without telling anyone—not Torin, not Eleni, not Jessica. Just her and the coordinates etched onto a note left in her old office the night after the mirror died. A single line:“He isn’t gone. He’s forgotten. That’s worse.”She found the house.It wasn’t much. Stone. Wood. Moss crawling over the edges of a forgotten roof.