Percy’s POV

I stood alone in the temporary command room, a repurposed underground vault reinforced with steel plating and layered wards. The air smelled faintly of ozone and disinfectant, a sterile scent that failed to mask the rot underneath everything we did here.

Boots stopped behind me.

“We confirmed it,” my lieutenant replied. “Haven used enhancement drugs repeatedly before the collapse. She has a prevalent history of it.”

I closed my eyes.

Drugs were not uncommon in times like ...