The blood moon cast the reactor room in crimson.
Dominic's silhouette wavered behind the containment glass, his breath fogging the window as he paced—eyes hollow, veins glowing faintly from Delta-Eve's unstable reaction.
“His neural load's spiking," Mara warned, voice tight. “If the toxins reach the cerebellum—"
“He'll try to end it himself," Aria tapped on her tablet. Her hands trembled. **“We need to move. Now."**
Mara nodded grimly. “He locked the inner door. Manual override's through the crawlspace."
Aria met her gaze. **“You go. I'll hold the failsafe."**
Mara hesitated, then grabbed her medkit and slipped into the shaft.
Inside the core chamber, Dominic stood beside the primary vent, palms flat on the wall.
He was muttering.
“I remember every face," he whispered. “Every chil
