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"The Emperor escaped. And he didn't just run to a bunker. He went to the Black Citadel." She zoomed in on the map. The northernmost point of the continent, deep in the frozen wastes beyond the Iron Mountains. "The Black Citadel isn't just a fortress," Helena explained. "It’s the original Foundry. It’s where Alaric built his first war machines forty years ago. It’s self-sufficient, geothermally powered, and shielded against orbital bombardment." "And it’s sitting on top of the largest Aether-deposit in the world," Tristan added.

"Ivan’s transport wagon passed through here less than twelve hours ago. They’re heading toward the Black Needle." Natalia looked up toward the horizon. Through the swirling ice, a massive, jagged spire of black obsidian rose out of the tundra like a broken fang. The Black Needle—an ancient, abandoned fortress built by the Abyssal Purebloods during the first continental wars. It was a labyrinth of subterranean tunnels, naturally fortified and entirely insulated from external tracking magic.

“Retire to your post. And don't let anyone come up to this floor unless it's Caleb.” I turned around and walked with quick steps toward the private nursing office, the clinical bunker where we kept the substances that the Blackwood corporation confiscated from the black market. I approached the wall panel directly, pushed a dark-framed picture aside, and typed the biometric security code on the numeric keypad of the titanium safe. The heavy steel door opened with a sharp click. There, inside a black velvet case, rested the goddamn bond inhibitors. I looked at the whole box and felt a physical pain in the center of my chest. They were vials of a liquid silver color, a dense and shiny substanc

He didn’t argue. I picked up the decanter again but it was empty. Vaughn’s jaw tightened. “Lest I forget, we swept through the entire team again.” “And?” “There was a breach.” “Another breach? From the team?” “Not another,” he replied. “It’s the same one. The locket.” I turned slowly. “What about it?” “We traced the material and found it is custom forged. Blacksite-level alloy. One facility in the country could’ve made it.”

Ughh. Third Person POV “We direly need 2 truck loads of silver in the next 48 hours, Alpha Black. Someone raided our mines and burnt them,” the head manufacturer of Wolfsbane notified. “Why 48 hours ?” Xereus asked with a frown. “200 million worth of half manufactured drugs shall be rendered useless otherwise. We need the metal before the solutions lose their reactive power,” the drug expert replied. “Hmmm,” Xereus hummed before writing down something on a paper note and passing it over to Treco.

"They’re really hard to come by, but they’re quite effective." "Where do we get one?" Thia pushed. "I don’t give a damn if I have to rip one out of the heart of some ridiculous creature. I’ll do it. " "The black market." Asher murmured, drawing everyone’s attention to himself once more. "We will have to find it on the black market." "Perfect." Haidan sighed. "We needed to go have a word with Q anyway." "What?" Asher gasped. "Why in the world would you want to do business with that mole?"

With adept movements, Trent navigates the holo screen, and a pleasant tinkling sound announces the coins being dispensed. Hunter opens his pack, offering it to Trent as he gracefully lowers himself to the floor to retrieve the coins. Trent collects the bag of coins and pushes off the floor, examining its contents. He pulls out a coin, studying it closely before securing it back in the bag, cinching it closed, and tossing it to Hunter. Hunter deftly catches the bag in his pack, curious about the coins he just received. He signs to Trent, "I know you pulled more than that. Why is there so little?" Trent smiles back and signs in reply, "Black levitons are worth more. Each one is worth 10 silver

"We're just avoiding some people who want to ask Mommy boring work questions. Nothing for you to worry about." Through the tinted windows, I watched the city pass by, saw the news vans still clustered outside the hotel's front entrance, saw reporters checking their phones and comparing notes. None of them looked our direction as we drove past, just another black car in a city full of them. Twenty minutes later, we pulled into an underground parking garage beneath a gleaming high-rise I recognized immediately. Black Tower, Caleb's headquarters and residence combined. The most exclusive address in Silverton. "We're here," Marcus said as the car stopped. "Mr. Black's private elevator will take

"What is it you actually want out of a pack that you barely live in? Why does it matter to you if Blackwater lives or dies." "That pack's my home. I grew up—" "Shut up, Jace." Quiet. Final. "Why?" I sighed. She wasn't going to take anything less and we both knew it. "There's a metal in the ground under Blackwater," I said, low now, for her and nobody else in the yard. "It’s been there whole time. Nobody's ever pulled it up, because nobody down there knows what they're standing on. I do. And if Mistwood keeps digging their claws into that territory the way Elara's letting them, sooner or later they're going to find it too."

“Thomas Scott maintained blood-safe houses. Places transferred between shell companies so no generation would ever be exposed.” “How many?” “Five that I know of. There may be more.” Liv opened the first folder. “A hunting lodge in the mountains, a closed psychiatric hospital, two port warehouses, and an estate called Blackwater.” Mother went still. “Black water.” “What?” I asked. “Talus opened a crack with water beneath it. I saw it for one second.” Amelie approached the maps, still leaning against Bless. “I sensed moisture as well, but it was not living water. It was a dead ley line.”