The basement was alive with urgency.

Lucian’s fingers moved over the keyboard like a man fighting for his life, inputting sequences, decrypting codes, revealing a network he had once controlled with absolute precision. The air was thick with tension; each keystroke felt like a small tremor in the foundations of decades-long fear.

Ares stood behind Alina, scanning every shadow, jaw tight, hands clenched. Atlas was at the surveillance hub, taking Lucian’s guidance and converting it into ...