The penthouse was silent, the silence amplified by the knowledge that outside, the global justice system was hunting the man Kael had just exposed. Seraphina stared at Kael, the exhaustion of the corporate war momentarily forgotten, replaced by a surge of cold dread.
“What is worse than confirmed war crimes, Elias?” Seraphina demanded, her voice sharp with disbelief. “Holt was a monster. What did my father do that eclipses that kind of atrocity?”
Kael walked to the console, retrieving a final, heavily encrypted file from the Throne’s core archive. This data was the deepest layer of the Marlowe corruption, the secret Kaelen Voss had spent five years patiently isolating and decoding.
“Holt’s crimes were violent and localized, driven by gre
