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Then, slowly, an image emerged — Matteo’s face, scarred but alive, eyes faintly glowing with data-light. He looked straight into the camera, expression calm, voice steady. “The Lion sleeps… but dreams still burn. Tell her I remember.” The feed went dark.

Rhea was barking orders to her people, trying to rebuild what was left of her camp. And Lena… she was standing apart, holding our son. He looked peaceful again, his eyelids fluttering as though he were dreaming. His glow had faded to a soft heartbeat beneath his skin, like embers cooling after fire. I watched him for a long time before Rhea’s voice snapped me out of it. “You need to explain this, Adrian,” she said sharply. “Last night half my camp went blind, my sensors are fried, and now the ground is singing. What the hell did that kid do?”

she whispered. He looked different — leaner, sharper, his face half-shadowed. The glow in his eyes pulsed faintly, not human but not entirely machine either. He stepped closer, voice low. “You shouldn’t have come here, Doc.” Her chest tightened. “It’s really you?” He hesitated. “That depends who you are.” Before she could answer, he raised a weapon — not a gun, but a neural blade humming with light — and leveled it at her throat.

His fingers tightened briefly at my elbow in unconscious reassurance before he pushed off. We jumped. For a heartbeat, gravity forgot us. We hit a neon street strip, feet slapping on flickering holo‑ads. Undead drones clawed out of the walls here, eyes glowing with static; Selene’s blade flashed behind us, shattering them before they fully formed. Sparks flew where her weapon hit empty space—system nodes, only she seemed able to see. She was hurting it. I was… irritating it. It was not the same thing. I landed hard enough that my knees jarred.

The beast let out a distorted, electronic screech, its legs buckling as the short circuiting brain sent haywire commands to its motors. I didn't wait for it to die. I vaulted off the collapsing machine and drew my second blade, slicing through the throat cables of the second Hound before it could even pivot its turret mounted head. Silence returned to the ravine, punctuated only by the cooling hiss of the Hounds' engines and my own ragged breathing. I knelt beside her. "Elara?"

Loud footsteps wake me from my blissful sleep. I crank an eye open, watching as Noe sneaks around. His bare back is turned as he riffles through a drawer, looking for something. My eyes unashamedly take in his muscular back. Being fit and gorgeous must be one of the perks of being an android. Never would any human have time for things such as self-care; our entire days are spent earning a scrap just to keep the lights and food on the table. It's why I play into whatever charade Noe, Darla, Evander, and Theta want. The power of information is at a premium. If I play my cards right, I should have enough gold to comfortably retire and get intel to help Darla keep her human employees off the rad

Dothschild - Old Man - One of the 3 Global Elites. 2. Bockefeller - Old Man - One of the 3 Global Elites., 3. Jodi - a man - a television journalist in the first world especially to discuss and cover the matters of the Battle in the 1st world. 4. Joe - Young Man - Housekeeper Paul who really idolizes Liem. 5. Android 18 - A Male Robot - Super Advanced able to survive in extreme realms - Has no Spiritual Power only has a few weapons from 10 fingers and is able to remove missiles from his mouth with a suicide note.

He was dying. Valerius walked forward, the Tyrant’s Blade humming a low, discordant note. He raised the weapon high. "Evolution is a ladder," Valerius intoned, his voice projected directly into their minds via his suit's telepathy tech. "Some climb. Others are simply the rungs we step on. Goodbye, Subject Miller." Ten meters away, Haley was dying. Or at least, she felt like she was. She was flattened on her stomach, her face pressed against the cold metal casing of a floor vent. The gravity was crushing her lungs. Her vision was tunneling. But Haley wasn't thinking about death. She was thinking about her laptop.

His vision was tunneling, the tactical lights of the humans becoming blurred smears of white and red. "He's a cockroach," the lead soldier spat, stepping forward to kick the iron sword out of Ash’s hand. The blade clattered across the stone, sliding toward the abyss. "Finish him. Then bag the girl." Ash looked up, his breath coming in wet, ragged gasps. He saw the muzzle of the rifle. He saw the finger on the trigger. He felt Rhea’s scream behind him, a sound of pure, unadulterated soul-shattering grief. He closed his eyes, not in fear, but in a final, quiet prayer that she would find a way to live without him.

Ryder thought that there was an earthquake while he was having another nightmare. He knew it was a dream because Raeya's mark was back into his palm once again but this time, they weren't on the beach. They were in the middle of the last civil war against Hearth. He could not hear anything. He was swinging his large sword at the scene in front of him but he could not hear the bullets that seemed to be firing at him. He could feel his feet running and barging through the army of Shadows but he could not hear a single thing.