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"And it's not one of the silver-haired replicas." Jax slowly stood up from the sea of scattered files, his chest heaving. "Then whose is it?" "His," Fennigan answered, turning the leather-bound book around so Jax could see the intricate, hand-drawn anatomical sketch of a wolf on the page. Above the sketch, written in Damon's unmistakable handwriting, were the words: Subject Prime - Autologous Replication.

Chapter 67: The Frozen Vault The Berlin Vault became a crucible of ice and fury. Sentinel Prime didn't fight with finesse; he fought with the raw, brutal power of a force of nature. His obsidian skin deflected Aris's pulse shots, and the single violet eye in his forehead glowed with an ancient, malevolent intelligence.

"Who were they?" Jahnier's eyes rip open like seeing the light for the first time. That young throat of his propels a scared and tortured yelp of submission and confusion. Those worried eyes look around the stony classroom and he finally notices where he is. The Elder Prime looks at the boy for a moment then narrows his eyes upon his sleeve. With the back of his hand facing the podium, he uses the free appendage to tussle down the robe's length. He gazes at the multiple diamonds that are etched into his skin. Some of the markings glow with that purple mystical energy while others are hollowed out. However, among a row on his wrist, one of the hollowed-out diamonds begins to fill and glow lik

They were burning the canvas to kill the painting. ​Leo Vane stood in the center of the Iron District, his boots anchored in the emerald vines his mother had summoned. Beside him, Sierra knelt over the fallen Architect-Prime, the grey, hollowed-out version of herself. The Prime’s eyes were open, but they were no longer reflective mirrors; they were windows into a "Server-Room" that was currently on fire.

the Prime said. He raised his cane and fired a beam of red energy. Dr. Aris didn't even have time to scream. He was turned into a pile of grey ash instantly. I grabbed the laser scalpel from the table and stood in front of Elle. My heart was pounding, but the revenge in my soul was stronger than the fear. "Where are Bryan and Jane?" I asked. The Prime smiled, and his mouth opened far too wide. Inside, his teeth were made of solid silver.

He was the ghost in the machine, and the machine was now the size of a continent. A door hissed open, and a figure entered. It was a Sentinel 3.0, a terrifying fusion of human bone and Aether-tech carbon. It didn't have a face, only a vertical slit of violet light that acted as a multi-spectral sensor. It didn't carry a gun; its entire right forearm was a sonic lance, capable of liquefying a werewolf’s internal organs with a single burst. "The 'Chosen One' has left the mountains," the Sentinel reported, its voice a synthesized drone. "The Prism is stable. The 'Anomalous Chord' is being modulated by a creative frequency."

The High-Gate did not lead to another galaxy; it led to a "Temporal-Static-Buffer." As Avery Vane-Thorne stepped through the aperture, she left behind the "Basalt-Glass" weight of the Earth’s core and entered a realm of "Absolute-Resolution." There was no air, no gravity, and no "Wilding." There was only a floor of white-chrome data and a sky of "Perfect-Information." Standing at the center of this void was a figure that froze Avery’s newly-formed geological heart. It was Avery Vane-Thorne, but she was not "Standard-Human," "Amethyst," or "Gold." She was "The Audit-Prime." Her skin was a flawless, un-weathered silver, her eyes were twin lenses of absolute logic, and she wore a crown made of

Sybil couldn’t walk around them. However the cleared area here was large enough for her to step to the side, but she had to be careful. They could still see footprints if she made them. Or her breath if she kept breathing the way that she was. So she calmed her breathing, made sure to stay on the stone that was clear and waited. Her heart skipped a beat as they were nearly to her. The one was Aries and that made her more than nervous. She knew she wasn’t giving off a scent she made sure, and she couldn’t be seen yet. However something about him set off her alarm system, not to mention he said that he was what they called Prime. She prayed that they would keep going and not bump her as the tw

Sebastian rumbled. Hanging in the absolute zero of space before them was Zenith Prime. It wasn't a natural planet. It was a colossal, artificial construct the size of Saturn, forged entirely from flawless, shifting golden metal. Massive, continent-sized gears and glowing white energy conduits crawled across its surface, slowly churning as the forge-world manufactured the weapons of the gods. And surrounding the entire metallic planet was a blinding, impenetrable shield of pure, solid-state Architect energy.

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l