THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM
“But we’re still us.”
Alex touched the collar.
Still us.
But outside the safehouse, new alarms began to blare across the city.
The alien fleet—drawn by the final signal from the Cradle—had arrived.
Ships hovered over Lagos, massive and silent, blue energy crackling between them.
The invasion had truly begun.
And inside the safehouse, two men mutated, bonded, parents to something extraordinary held each other as the world outside changed forever.
The rampage wasn’t over.
It had only taken a new form.