Kael felt the world go white. He looked at Elara, whose face was already beginning to dissolve into a mask of pure, absolute horror. The 'Grave-King' he thought he was following was just another software layer designed to distract the Prototype. "My grandfather... is the Chairman?"
A pulse of green light shot from the jar, hitting the center of the terrace. The data-columns vibrated, and the silver-veiled citizens simultaneously dropped their masks. Every one of them had the same face. The face of a much younger Marcus Voss. A legion of 'Fox' clones stood there, smiling at Kael and Elara with a collective, terrifying warmth.
"Welcome home, grandchildren," the legion spoke in unison. The voice was the exact cadence of the man Kael had vowed to protect. "Did you enjoy the game? Malachi sai
