The room’s air had thickened into something dense—unspoken truths pressing against every wall. Jack stared at the coordinates on his phone screen, the pulsing cursor like a heartbeat in the dark.
Angela’s voice sliced through the quiet. “They’ve chosen their next move. We don’t have long.”
Jack lowered the phone, his eyes still sharp. “You said the third vault… What’s in it?”
Angela hesitated. Her hand drifted unconsciously toward the scar under her collarbone. “Not what. Who.”
Sarah’s brows pinched together. “What do you mean?”
Angela drew in a long breath, as if bracing for something no one in the room was ready for. “The vaults were never just containment facilities. They’re prisons. Seals. For something ancient. Something we were never meant to wake.”
William crossed his arms. “A
