Julian's hand ran over his Seal, the blue-green-gold light pulsing with an unwavering resolve. The global operational chaos of the Konsili was undeniable. They were broken, disorganised, their resources scattered. But Archon remained. And in the heart of the sss, the Aetherium Seed still awaited its fate.
The time for subtle strikes is over. Julian thought, his eyes burning with a fierce, unyielding light. Now, it's time for the final confrontation.
"Elara, prepare the stealth jet," Julian commanded, his voice devoid of any lingering fatigue. "Mara's intel gave us the deep-level access. The Eye gives us the sight. The Seed gives us the power. We're going to the sss. We're going to Archon's Nexus."
Elara nodded, her professional demeanour firmly in place, though her eyes held a spark of
