~Elara~
I was moving when a crash from Lab 7 halted my steps. My enhanced hearing picked up a guttural growl followed by the sound of shattering glass and a man's terrified scream before I consciously decided to intervene. With the Algorithm surging through my system as I crossed the rooms in three swift strides. The security panel beside the connecting door recognized my palm print—one of the "privileges" Damon had granted me—and the door slid open with a pneumatic hiss.
The scene inside made my blood run cold.
I'd never seen silver bleed.
Yet here in TechNova's pristine Lab 7, that's exactly what was happening before my eyes. Marcus Blackwood—Damon's ruthlessly efficient right hand—convulsed violently against the white tile wall, silver light erupting from his eyes like molten metal.
