The Sterling Tower command room was in chaos. Alarms blared, red lights flashing violently, painting the walls in intermittent crimson. The sterile hum of the building’s security system was gone, overridden by Valerian’s intrusion.

Ares slammed his hand onto the table, the metal shaking under the force. “She’s been taken. He’s inside the Tower. Where is he now?!”

Atlas’s fingers flew across the emergency terminal. “I can’t track him. Every sensor, every camera… all ...