The ruined cathedral burns like a pyre behind them. Sera’s lungs sear as she drags Theo out from beneath the fallen spire. His side is bloodied, his eyes dazed.
“You good?” she demands.
He nods. “Remind me not to piss off your clones.”
Lightning cracks the sky and she steps through the fire.
Same eyes.
Same face.
Same fire.
But colder. Sharper. Smiling like a blade.
> “Finally,” says the other Sera. “A version of me that didn't break.”
She moves like a ghost. Smooth, lethal, perfect.
Subject Nine.
A divine prototype, created in secret.
A godkiller made from Sera’s stolen memories and what the gods believed she should have been.
> “They made you to feel,” Subject Nine says. “They made me to end things.”
Sera narrows her eyes. “Then they failed. I’m still here.”
“You’re
