The video feed froze on the cargo train's emergency terminal screen. Cyrus, his face as emotionless as any Northern operative, held the unconscious body of the Grand Elder. In his other hand, he clutched something gleaming—the Ashworth digital legacy hard drive.
"Damn it!" I slammed my fist onto the creaking control panel. I was thousands of miles away, trapped on a slow-moving train heading east, while the final war exploded beneath Valerian.
"Ben, lock down all external comms from Valerian now!" I yelled over the secure channel.
"I can't, Cassian! They're using physical relays planted by Arthur! The network is outside Syndicate control—even beyond Phoenix's reach! It’s an independent network linked directly to the Coven servers in Vilnius!" Ben sounded panicked. "Cyrus moved the Grand
