The war room was silent as Marcus finished speaking.
The leaders of the alliance sat around the table, their faces pale, their eyes filled with fear. Sera, Jonas, Mira, Cruz, Helena, Rourke, and Lyra. They had come together to fight the cabal, to rebuild the world. Now they faced a threat far older and far more dangerous.
"The First Ones," Sera said, her voice barely a whisper. "They're real."
Marcus nodded slowly. "Yes. And they're coming for us."
Jonas leaned forward, his expression hard. "How do we stop them? They're ancient, powerful. They created the dark energy."
Marcus was silent for a long moment. "I don't know. But I know we need to find a way."
Mira's voice was sharp. "You brought us together to fight a war. You told us we could win. Now you're telling us we're fighting god
