The countdown began without ceremony.
09:59
The crimson numbers glowed across every screen in the Founders’ Chamber, reflected in polished marble and reinforced glass until the room itself seemed to pulse with the rhythm of the ticking clock.
For the first time since entering the chamber, Eleanor’s composure faltered. It was subtle, a little more than a tightening around her eyes, but Adrian noticed.
She had expected resistance.
She had not expected time to become her enemy.
Victor stepped forward from the observation gallery and placed both hands against the glass.
“You’ve gone too far.”
His voice carried through hidden speakers.
“Eleanor, stop the purge.”
She looked up at him with quiet disappointment.
“I taught you that hesitation destroys everything.”
“And you taught me tha
