THE OMEGA'S VOW
He tapped the screen, initiating the analysis sequence.
I kept my breathing steady, waiting for Dr. Voss’s suppressant to fail or succeed. The machine processed the sample, displaying a series of loading bars across the digital screen. The Inquisitors held my arms tightly, preventing me from stepping away.
The scanner beeped loudly. Graves looked at the readout, his expression remaining entirely neutral.
"Genetic markers indicate a standard omega," Graves stated, lowering the device. "No anomalies detected."
I forced myself to stand completely still, offering no visible reaction to the news.