The London headquarters was silent except for the hum of servers and the occasional crackle of the communications array.
Slade sat at the central table, staring at the message on his phone. *The labyrinth is dead. Long live the labyrinth.* The words echoed in his mind, a taunt from the shadows. Every time he thought he'd reached the end, the maze expanded.
Lyric approached, her face pale. "Slade. We have a problem."
"What now?"
She placed a tablet on the table. A satellite image. A sprawling estate in the Czech Republic, surrounded by dense forest and high walls.
"This is the Circle's new headquarters. They've been consolidating there since the Ascension failed. It's where the remaining leaders are gathering."
Slade studied the image. "How many?"
"At least fifty operatives. Possibly
