47:53:09
The countdown stared back at us, pulsing like a heartbeat. I couldn’t look away.
"Resonance event?" Luca echoed, frowning. "That sounds... bad."
"It is," I said quietly.
Because I remembered. Not everything. Not yet. But enough.
Resonance meant activation. Final phase meant termination.
Of what—or who—I wasn’t sure.
But if I was Subject 01, and Ilya was Subject 08, then somewhere in the space between us… there were six more. Six ghosts with my eyes. My scars. My training.
My nightmares.
"Is this a kill-switch?" Nico asked, tapping the corner of the drive's screen. “Or a goddamn beacon?”
Matteo ran a diagnostics scan, fingers flying across the keyboard. "It's both. There’s an encrypted pulse being sent out through a dormant frequency. Something old. Pre-milnet. It’s wakin
