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another cough, brutal, wet “…you have twenty-four hours to fix it or they’re taking me off all my meds.” The screen went black and for the first time in years, I didn’t feel in control. I felt rage. Not hot and irrational. Cold. Surgical. The kind that drives men to destroy entire empires just to dig out the single termite that started the collapse. I leaned forward and tapped the screen again. Rewatched it. Paused on each frame. Studied gait, height, angle of approach. Looked for clues in the hospital badge. Oxygen tank placement. Even the camera shake.

Halfway. But the mechanism was adaptive. Sensing the weight shift on the floor plates, the ancient gears groaned louder and the cadence of the crushing iron suddenly doubled in speed. The predictable rhythm shattered into a chaotic, overlapping frenzy of pure destruction. "The override kicked in," Torin laughed aloud from the balcony, a booming sound of triumph. "Now the mountain gets its blood. No one can calculate the frenzy phase!" Liam’s hands clenched into tight fists inside his jacket pockets, his knuckles turning white. "Move, Anna," he whispered under his breath.