The heavy titanium doors of the extraction chamber didn't just open; they were retracted into the ceiling with a smooth, hydraulic hiss that sounded like a predator drawing in its breath. My mother stepped into the room, her white coat catching the flickering violet light of the tanks. She wasn't running, and she wasn't shouting. She walked with the calm, terrifying poise of a woman who had already won the war and was simply arriving to collect the spoils. Behind her stood a wall of Ghost-Wolves, their mechanical limbs clicking in unison as they formed a perimeter around the room.
"You always did have a beautiful voice, Elara," Lilith said, her eyes fixed on the data monitors rather than me. "It’s a shame you’re using it to disrupt a process that is quite literally going to save the worl
