CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
The toxin fog had become almost impenetrable in the narrow tunnel, turning every breath into fire and every word into a struggle.
The vents roared at full strength, the metallic burn coating lungs and eyes as the timer on the console counted down the last minutes until sunrise.
The final recording of Lila in the study…calmly planning the sunrise creed as the moment the circle would break, intending to isolate Elena and ensure the legacy’s rise…played on loop in their minds and on the split screen.
Elena stood motionless, staring down at her twin collapsed on the stone floor. The mirror she had shared with Lila since birth, the constant through every season of pain and healing, had been the sharpest blade turned against them.
The sunrise they had celebrated togeth
