The desert station's generator hummed with a rhythm that had become the soundtrack of their survival.
Axel stood at the window, watching the sun rise over the endless sands. The orange glow painted the horizon, a stark contrast to the darkness that had consumed their lives. Ninety chapters. Ninety battles. And still, Elias Vance was out there, waiting for his moment to strike.
"We need to talk," Vance said, his voice low. "I've been monitoring the True Origin's networks. There's been a development."
Axel turned, his eyes tired. "What is it?"
"Elias Vance isn't the only threat anymore. There's someone else. Someone who's been hunting us from the shadows."
"Who?"
"His name is Hawk. He's a former True Origin operative—one of the best. He's been tracking us for weeks, feeding information
