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“She could do the same, and I have to protect my people. We needed to control the situation.” Micah stands then, voice low but powerful. “This isn’t control. It’s genocide.” “No,” Renald said. “I would never sign off on something like that. The Century War nearly wiped us both out.” “But he would,” Micah said, pointing to Duche. “He did.” No one moved. The words echoed. Duche stepped back once, eyes darting–toward the exits, toward the guards, toward the elders whose faces had turned ashen.

"Not good ones. But choices." Seraphina continued where I left off, our thoughts so aligned through the bond that we spoke almost in unison. "First choice: register. Comply with the act. I hope humanity shows mercy. Historically, this has never worked. Every registration program in human history has led to persecution. Japanese internment. Jewish ghettos. Indigenous reservations. Registration is always the first step toward genocide."

One by one, encrypted nodes across the globe lit up red: Santiago Lisbon Milan Istanbul Seoul Mumbai Tunis Zurich Accra All known Moretti and De Rossi safehouses. All activated. All compromised. BLACK SUN didn’t delete them. It replaced them. Every house, every sanctuary, every haven erased from digital memory. No birth records. No land deeds. No security links. No family. A genocide of lineage. Not by bullets. By obliteration. In the server room, Elias watched the kill-sequence launch. He said nothing. Only whispered: “The age of families is over.” ~~~~~~~~~~ THE BLACK HOUSE — WAR ROOM — 02:27 A.M.

"Targeted biological weapons delivered through compromised medical devices. They can eliminate specific genetic populations while leaving others untouched." The warehouse spins around Aria. "Genocide." "Selective genocide. And they're planning to field-test it within six months." Marcus sits down heavily on a crate. "Field-test where?" "Rwanda, initially. Then Myanmar. Countries where international oversight is limited and populations are already vulnerable." "Jesus Christ." Elena nods grimly. "The FBI estimates that the initial tests alone could kill half a million people. If the technology proves effective, they'll scale it globally." Sophie looks up from her coloring.

Dante let his head fall back and he laughed, “these technically aren't shelves kitten, they are cut into the wall so don't worry about it.” Mj huffed and rolled the sleeves up on Dante’s shirt before she scaled the book clad wall until she was next to her smiling mate. “This makes me think about rock climbing,” she said and Dante winked at her. “Have you ever been rock climbing, Azreal has a mock wall in the training yard but I could take you to a spot with a view almost as amazing as this one.” Mj looked around and shook her head, “no I have never been, but what’s so amazing about the view in here?” she asked and Dante purred, “you are in it.” Mj shook her head and Dante shrugged his

Apparently, they were considered weak and undesirable because they didn't have the aggressive instincts of the other ranks. But then the text took a dark turn. It mentioned a "Cleansing of the species" that happened decades ago. It had been a systematic genocide where Omegas were hunted down and wiped out. The few who survived fled into hiding, and almost all records of their existence had been destroyed or "lost." I felt a chill that had nothing to do with the drafty library. A genocide? Just because they were seen as "weak"? That was crazy. I thought to myself, but suddenly, a voice whispered behind me.

She did not stop at the edge of the lift platform; she walked deliberately into the open, her gloved fingers flickering into life as her golden cipher arrays flared around her forearms like bands of spun sunlight. "Genocide is a word born of a short sighted perspective," Kaelen countered, not looking up from the slate. His fingers danced across the obsidian surface with terrifying grace, each tap producing a sharp metallic ping that resonated in their ears. "To the forest, the fire is a massacre. To the earth, it is renewal. Look at the metrics, Anna. The crustal plates are already weeping. If we do not vent the core’s pressure through the sub-oceanic fissures now, the entire mantle will fra

Leela stood frozen over the desk, one hand clamped tight over her mouth to stifle the sob clawing its way up her throat. Her eyes burned with hot, acidic tears that blurred the ink on the pages, but the horror was too clear to miss. She turned page after page, her fingers trembling so violently she nearly tore the ancient paper. It wasn't just a few victims. It was a catalogue of genocide. "The 'studies,'" she whispered, her voice cracking on the word. It was a sterile, clinical term for butchery. "They didn't just hunt us, Fenn. They made a whole species extinct. They erased us... for cuff links. For power."

CHAPTER 137 Camryn's POV I thought about everyone in Lenore. About the survivors of Julian's integration program. About the civilians dying in riots. About my team and their determination to find a third option even when the system said only two existed. "Yes," I said. "If the alternative is choosing between genocide and surrender, then yes. I'll take the gamble."

Warren suddenly adds and I almost can’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. “It’s genocide.” Ryder states. “It’s retribution, karma. For all your crimes.” Chloe says. She almost sounds like a robot. She’s being used by the witches. “Chloe. You don’t really believe that you can justify genocide, right? We’re better than our oppressors. Rather than try to make things worse, don’t you think we should find a way to make it better?” I say. I notice Damon lean back in his seat as he watches and listens to us dispute. He looks so tired.