the obsidian proxy
"It's meant to be so hidden, so esoteric, that only you know it exists. It’s activated from your terminal using a complex, personal mnemonic code. It will require two elements."
Elias took his hands in his, his gaze locking him in the desperate sincerity of the moment. "The first element is the word 'Veritas'—the truth of the situation, the philosophical core of your vision. The second element is the date of your mother’s birthday, in the DDMMYYYY format, entered immediately after. Only you know both. Only you can trigger it."
It was a key he knew he would never forget, rooted in the deepest anchor of his personal life, a password that was entirely inaccessible to The Syndicate or to any ext