The granite face of the Carpathian mountain, devoid of the bunker's entrance just moments before, now seemed to mock them. The swirling mist, once a shroud of ominous mystery, had thinned, revealing an unnerving normalcy, as if the temporal distortion, the guttural roar, and the blinding flash had never occurred. Yet, the cold dread that clung to Zayn and Scarlett was a tangible testament to the impossible reality they had just witnessed. The operatives, dusted off and disoriented, confirmed the bunker's complete, inexplicable erasure.
"It's gone," Leo’s voice crackled through Zayn's comm, laced with a disbelief that mirrored Zayn’s own. "The satellite imagery shows… nothing. No structural anomaly. No thermal residue. It’s like it was never there."
Zayn’s jaw clenched. Erased. Not hidden
