the obsidian proxy
“But my sister is my primary objective. I will return when the past is buried.”
Twelve hours later, Elias was on the ground in Kyiv. The city, scarred by conflict, was a perfect place for a ghost to operate. She moved through the shadows of abandoned industrial zones, using the Master Key’s thermal optics to navigate the desolate landscape.
The safe house, a reinforced, subterranean bunker beneath an abandoned Soviet-era warehouse, was exactly as Lena had described—a tomb. Elias bypassed the rudimentary kinetic perimeter traps with effortless grace, her body moving on instinct, Proxy-917 reawakened.