The Verance headquarters was a fortress of shadows and silence.
Slade stood at the central table, staring at the map of the fragments' movements. The attacks had stopped. The communications had gone silent. The fragments had vanished. But Slade knew better. They were regrouping. They were planning something bigger.
Lyric was at her station, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "Slade. I've found something. A single communication. Buried deep in the fragments' network. It's from someone we haven't encountered before."
Slade turned. "Who?"
"Someone who calls himself the Last Disciple. He's been working in the shadows, watching the fragments' collapse. He's the one who's been keeping them together."
Slade's eyes narrowed. "Where is he?"
"Prague. The museum. He's been hiding there, wa
