Bound by His Promise
For a heartbeat, all the city’s towers reflected the same pattern — three flashes, one pause, three flashes again.
Morse code.
J-A-K-E.
Rhea gasped. “Lucas … he’s still here.”
I didn’t answer. I just watched the light play across her face and realized that whatever Jake had become, he hadn’t vanished.
He had evolved into the quiet pulse that kept this rebuilt world alive.
Rhea’s POV
The city hadn’t slept.
From the rooftop, makikita mo ‘yung thousands of lights flickering in rhythm—three short pulses, one long, three short ulit.