(God's POV)

Alexander stood in the corridor of the intensive care unit, the encrypted communicator in his hand emitting a sharp, rapid beeping sound.

He looked down. A line of desperate red text flashed on the screen from William's channel: [Coordinates: 45°N, 50°W. Olivia dying. Rescue immediately.]

The word "dying" was like a red-hot branding iron, instantly searing through Alexander’s retinas and piercing straight into his trembling heart.

In that instant, the ...