Chapter 64
Silence.
The kind of silence that felt alive.
Heavy.
Dangerous.
Unforgiving.
Amelia's final words echoed through the cavern long after the transmission ended.
Atlas didn't create the m******e eighteen years ago.
Your son did.
The screen went black.
Nobody moved.
Nobody seemed capable of breathing.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
Because the statement had shattered the foundation of everything they thought they knew.
Victor slowly turned toward Hunter Graves.
The founder stood perfectly still.
Too still.
His face had become unreadable.
A mask carved from stone.
And somehow that was more frightening than anger.
More frightening than fear.
Because it meant he was hiding something.
Something enormous.
"Your son?"
Victor finally asked.
The question hung in th
