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“But I hear them. In my head. When I sleep.”
I held her tight. “Then we’ll make them stop.”
In Zurich, Adrian discovered something else. A name: Lucien Roarke.
The founder of the Black Lotus. A ghost even Eliza feared. A man who believed in engineered salvation—and genocide as mercy.
“He’s alive,” Adrian said, voice shaking. “And he’s the one counting down.”
Lucien was planning a global neuro-trigger. A signal that would activate synthetic sequences inside thousands of modified children like Eve—turning them into mindless soldiers.