The chilling implication of the symbol—unknown familial connection—sent a tremor through Zayn that had nothing to do with temporal anomalies or Syndicate operatives. His father's journal, now a physical manifestation of a past Zayn had tried desperately to outrun, seemed to pulse with a hidden, biological resonance that linked directly to him. My DNA? The thought was a dark, horrifying premonition. He looked from the ancient, interlocking spiral to the complex holographic map of the Shadow Syndicate’s network, the red lines now seeming to vibrate with a sinister, familial energy.
"Leo," Zayn said, his voice low and strained, the journal still clutched in his hand. "Scan that symbol again. Focus on the biological resonance. I need to know what this means. What kind of connection?"
Leo, hi
