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Above ground, every light in the forest died simultaneously. Mercer dropped to his knees. Replacement stopped smiling. Genesis Zero whispered a prayer. Hope screamed. And somewhere beneath the earth— The ORIGIN system announced: CREATOR IDENTIFICATION CONFIRMED. PRIMARY REALITY RESET INITIATED. THIRTY SECONDS REMAINING.

It was still early morning and Grace wondered if they were having outdoor breakfast. Tilting her head to the side and top toeing towards them, she hid behind the large pillars on the side. Her eyes widened momentarily as they landed on the familiar silhouette of the man haunting her. “I do not know, man. It just…doesn’t feel right anymore. We are keeping a woman hostage for no reason at all. Also, there is no tail on that bastard.” Zero said sipping from his glass as he took a mouthful of pancakes and chewed slowly on it. His back was towards her still she could sense a frown marring his forehead. The other person sitting beside him nodded his head and mumbled in his usually deep and heavy m

With a swift movement, I peeled off the carbon fiber mask, taking a deep, ragged breath of the bunker's familiar, ozone-scented air. "Fifty million dollars in military-grade tech, completely stripped from Thorne's primary logistics line," Zero said, stepping out from the halo of his server monitors. A slow, rare smirk touched his lips, though his dark eyes remained intensely focused on me. "The underground boards are melting down, Vesper. Everyone is scrambling to figure out who just cut Malakai Thorne's throat in his own harbor."