The Obsidian Vault's command center had become a tomb of silence.
Elias Vance sat in the corner, his hands bound, his eyes hollow. The fight was over. The operatives had been defeated. The True Origin's leader was finally in their custody. But the victory felt hollow, like ashes in their mouths.
"It's done," Vance said, his voice filled with disbelief. "We actually did it."
"Not yet," Axel said, his voice hard. "We still need to make sure he can't hurt anyone ever again."
The team gathered around, their faces pale, their eyes filled with exhaustion. The weight of the past few weeks pressed down on them, heavy and suffocating.
"What do we do with him?" Troy asked.
"We take him to the authorities," Nyla said. "Let them deal with him."
"No." Axel's voice was flat. "He's too dangerous t
