~Marcus~
Every heartbeat was a countdown. Silver poison coursed through my veins, the implants breaking down cell by cell. My internal monitor gave me seventeen minutes at most.
I'd spent enough time dying. Now I wanted to do something that mattered.
The battle between Caleb and Damon raged in the center of the Chamber, drawing all eyes. Elara maintained her protective bubble around her father and the other subjects closest to her, but she couldn't shield everyone from the silver mist still pouring from the ventilation system.
The humans in the observation gallery were safe behind their sealed environment, watching with morbid fascination as Damon and Caleb continued their fight. Chen stood at her console, frantically trying to regain control of systems that were slipping further into
