THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM
Damian covered both Alex and the child with his body as debris rained down.
When the dust settled, Echo stood before them — damaged, one arm missing, but still wearing Damian’s face.
“This isn’t over,” the clone said, smiling through the blood. “I have backups. I always have backups. The dynasty will rise.”
He activated a final device.
A portal small, unstable, the last remnant of the Architect’s technology opened behind him.
Echo stepped through, vanishing into the rift.
The portal collapsed.
Alex and Damian lay on the broken street, the newborn between them, rebels gathering around in awe at the child with glowing tentacles.