The screens in the command centre had died, reduced to a lifeless, glossy black, yet the triumphant, hateful image of Mark and Maya lingered in my mind. The penthouse hummed with the sudden, raw surge of my power, the air thick with my fury. Elaine’s alarmed voice cut through the cacophony of my internal storm.
"Leonard? Your vitals! What are you doing?" she asked again, her voice tight with a mixture of awe and fear.
I stood, my gaze locked on the dead screen, on the ghost of Maya’s shimmering gown, on Mark’s victorious, mocking smile. The names of my newly recruited team, their hopes, their ideals, their absolute trust, echoed in my mind. My promise to Uncle Ben, to Elaine. This wasn't just about Mark Kross anymore. It was about everything. It was about the future I was building.
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