The cold, blue light of The Obsidian Throne's interface illuminated the subterranean chamber, casting the truth of Kaelen's existence in razor-sharp relief. Seraphina felt the physical recoil of betrayal. The man who had convinced her he was a gentle architect was in fact the architect of global chaos.
Kaelen Elias Thorne had frozen, his attempt to shield the screen failing. He understood the exposure was complete irreversible.
“This is not a system, Kaelen,” Seraphina accused, her voice dangerously quiet, amplified by the sheer force of her shock. “This is the command center of the underworld. You are not protecting yourself; you are governing the hunt. You rule the contracts that destroyed us.”
“I built the environment to control th
