"Chimera isn't finished," Henry said, his voice low, his gaze fixed on the distant lights that pulsed with silent energy. The words were not a lament, but a declaration. A cold, hard truth that settled deep in his bones. "This is just the beginning."
Selena leaned into him, her warmth a fragile anchor against the sudden chill of the night. Her heart beat a rhythm against his chest, fast and strong, reflecting the disquiet that had just fractured their hard-won peace. Beginning. The word hung in the air, heavy with unspoken weight. He knew what had to be done. There was only one person who truly understood the twisted roots of the Foundation, the echoes of its past that now seemed to fuel Chimera’s resurgence. One person whose knowledge, no matter how tainted, was now indispensable.
"Elia
