The night fell over the compound like a velvet shroud, soft and calm on the surface, but beneath that calm, currents of danger stirred. Julian sat in the observation room, staring at the city lights flickering in the distance. Each glow, each movement, was a potential thread of risk, a possible prelude to chaos. Even though The Hand had been fractured, the echoes of their operations whispered through every corner of the world, waiting for the right moment to strike.Sienna joined him quietly, settling into the chair beside him. “You look tired,” she said softly, her hand brushing over his. “You’ve done more than anyone could ask of a child.”Julian tilted his head. “I’m not tired. Not really. I just… I feel them.”Sienna frowned. “Them?”“The shadows,” Julian murmured. “The ones who survived. The ones who think they can take control. I can see their paths—small movements, signals, traces of intelligence. They’re scattered, but they’re out there.”Damian entered, rubbing his temple. “W
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