All Chapters of THE PROMISED SAVIOUR : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The boardroom of the JANEERAD Foundation was situated on the first floor. It was a sleek, high-ceilinged space with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a stunning view of the New York skyline. The walls were adorned with polished wood panels, and the floor was covered in plush, dark gray carpeting. A large, elliptical table dominated the room, its surface made of gleaming silver-gray glass that reflected the light from the overhead LED fixtures.Around the table were about a dozen chairs, almost all of them occupied by people whose faces bore a mix of anticipation and professionalism. Among them was Dr. Peterson Ganner, tapping away on the apple laptop in front of him. The others, mostly fellow researchers and scientists, nodded quietly to one another as they conversed in quiet tones, glancing every now and then at the entrance door. The door swung open, and Justine strode in, his eyes flashing with a mix of irritation and determination. Kael followed closely behind, his gaze fixed on

The corridor was quiet, the late evening hush settling over the facility like a soft veil. Overhead, the fluorescent lights buzzed faintly, casting a gentle glow on the polished floor. Angela stood outside Kael's door, her knuckles poised to knock again. She had already tapped twice, each time with growing hesitation.She wore a light olive-green sweater, the sleeves pushed up to her elbows, and a pair of black jeans that hugged her frame. Her red hair, vibrant and unruly as always, was pulled into a loose ponytail that cascaded down one shoulder. A small backpack hung off one shoulder, her thumb hooked into its strap. Her expression was pensive, almost shy — the kind of look that hinted at unspoken words.Still no answer. Her hand dropped. She turned to leave.Then — footsteps.Angela paused and turned just in time to see Kael striding down the hallway toward her. His face broke into a smile the moment he saw her, the stormy weariness in his eyes giving way to something lighter, warm

Justine’s office was quiet and still as Lylah slid the door sideways and entered without knocking—her presence a shadow cast against the doorframe.Justine didn't look up as the door slid open. “I told my secretary I didn't want to be disturbed,” he said, an unmistakable annoyance in his voice. “Well...” Lylah started. “I let myself in, she isn't there. She left to use the restroom.”Justine looked up at her, his brows twitching with irritation. “Lylah, I’m not in the mood for one of your performances today.”She stepped forward. “This isn’t a performance. I came to ask you—beg you, if I must—to call off the mission, please.”Justine stood, his movements sharp and swift. “Well I won't, Lylah. And even if I wanted to, it's already too late. Commander Harris already led them out for the first phase yesterday morning.”Lylah froze. “Yesterday?”He moved past her and strode briskly out of his office toward the stairwell. She followed, nearly stumbling after him. “You sent them out alrea

Beneath the towering spires of the Alphahold, where sweeping stone halls met the cold logic of strategy and rule, Lunarville's dungeon was a place of silence and discipline. It was a precision-forged vault of steel-paneled walls, reinforced containment rooms, and a faint metallic tang that lingered in the air like a warning.The two humans were bound with iron handcuffs that protruded from chains on the walls inside a sterile interrogation cell. Stark lighting from overhead strips revealed their injuries with brutal clarity. The room smelled faintly of rot, dirt and dampness.They had been held overnight with silence as their only company, and the knowledge that death was closer with every breath. Occasionally, they muttered to themselves or screamed out, but no one approached them; and although they'd rather die than admit it, hunger and thirst clawed at their insides.Towards noon the door clanged open and Thane walked in, looking quite calm in spite of himself. He wore a dark coat

The boardroom was quiet, lit by the soft afternoon glow filtering through the tall glass windows that lined one side of the room. The city skyline framed the background in still motion. Justine stood by the windows, one hand in his pocket, the other loosely holding a glass of water he hadn’t touched.He heard the door open behind him.“Commander,” he said without turning.“Yes, sir,” came Harris’s voice, steady but laced with fatigue.Justine turned to face him. His expression wasn’t angry. It was more measured, and sounded even a little tired. “You’re back.”“I am,” Harris nodded.Justine looked him over, then quietly asked, “How many of your men made it back with you?”There was a pause.“Seven,” Harris replied. “Seven, out of eleven.”Justine’s gaze lingered on him. “I heard.”Harris gave a small nod, saying nothing.“What happened to the others?”“They… fell behind,” Harris said. He ran a hand across his brow. “Didn't run fast enough. Things got messy. If we’d stayed or waited for