The Swiss mountains were silent in the aftermath.
Ethan stood at the edge of the collapsed facility, staring at the rubble. The building that had once been the heart of the Genesis Project's original site was gone, buried beneath tons of rock and debris. Eleanor Cross was gone too—escaped, vanished, evaporated into the frozen landscape like a ghost.
But this time, Ethan had found something unexpected.
A hidden chamber.
Mark had discovered it beneath the rubble, a subterranean vault that had survived the collapse. It was filled with files, documents, and artifacts—decades of Eleanor's work, meticulously cataloged and preserved.
Ethan walked through the chamber, his eyes scanning the shelves. The files were organized by year, stretching back to the 1960s. Eleanor had been planning this
