The whole place underground just shook apart, like a mountain caving in. Dust choked the air. Emergency lights flashed like a frantic heartbeat, turning the Founders’ Chamber into a dizzying maze of red shadows. The fancy marble floor, where so many hushed decisions had been made, now groaned and cracked under the weight of the very people who’d made them.
Alexander Ashford didn't even flinch. His gaze stayed locked on the shattered entrance, where armed figures kept pouring into the room. "They're early," he murmured.
Jonathan Mercer looked towards the smoke, a weariness etched into his face that seemed far older than his years. "No." He sighed. "They've been waiting for us to show ourselves."
Rebecca lowered her weapon, but her eyes never left Jonathan. She’d spent years picturing thi
