The red numbers on the digital countdown timer flickered with cold precision: 00:54:12.
Fifty-four minutes before a wall of black river water would swallow the entire Geneva valley, drowning thousands of innocent people and burying the Laurent family legacy forever.
Inside the command suite of the Laurent Estate, the air was thick with panic. Technicians scrambled across glowing tactical terminals, frantically trying to trace the encrypted broadcast signal.
Alexander Laurent leaned over the main glass table, his knuckles white as he stared at the digital map of Mount Titlis. "The Alpine Deep Vault isn't just a storage facility," he said, his deep voice heavy with a dark secret. "Twenty years ago, Sophia’s mother built a clean-energy core beneath the bedrock. If the vault is breached usi
