Juri had just finished making the announcement that he had stabilized the signal, but the sound of the new countdown echoed from every corner of the room, dominating the operational frequency inside the penthouse. Juri had slowed everything down into a tangible cruelty. The time... was too real. Hours, minutes, seconds. It felt palpable. The numbers now challenged Jax Blackford's entire façade of calm. 96:00:00
I stood at the threshold of the private Hangar hidden beneath the core of the Titan building, feeling the cool air from the filtered private jet intake. The room before me was filled with advanced technology—my solo flyer, the Night Osprey, a dark hypersonic jet, concealed within its pod. It was the best vehicle for reaching the farthest points in this world without violating heavi
