His Untouchable Omega
It felt like a tiny candle being lit in a dark room.
I opened my eyes just a crack. Rowan was leaning over me, his face covered in tears. Behind him, the crowd was starting to wake up. They were looking at their hands, confused and frightened, but their eyes were clear. My mother was lying still in the corner, the red light in her eye finally gone.
"You're back," Rowan whispered, a sob breaking his voice.
I tried to smile, but then a shadow fell over us.
I looked toward the vault door. A man was standing there, wearing the same black suit as the architect. But he wasn't a machine. He was holding a heavy silver book, and his eyes were a deep, natural blue.